fandomhigh | First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

Whether the class showed up all at the same time or trickled in one by one, it didn't matter. Once they walked through the Danger Shop doors, the mood changed drastically.

The room looked exactly like the Fandom High gym, only it was littered with cots full of injured people, people attending to them and curtained off areas for surgery. More and more people were being brought in and loaded onto cots. Every so often outside there was a thunderous boom and crash as if there were explosions going off outside. The building would rock from the vibrations and the lights would dim.

Hawkeye, dressed in scrubs, stalked towards them through the chaos.

"Welcome to First Aid. We'll skip the introductions because people are dying. You're lucky - these people aren't real and you won't recognize any faces. But tomorrow they could be, and for all you know, the person you're treating could be your roommate next week or sit next to you in Chemistry class next semester. Pick a patient, find out what's wrong with them, and give them a number: 0 for beyond help and I'd better not find any of you giving anyone a 0 today, 1 for those who need immediate attention, 2 for those who need medical attention as soon as there's an opening that's not an emergency, 3 for minor injuries that can wait. Tell your orderly the number.

Then you move on to the next patient. Then the next one and the next one. The building is going to shake, you won't know what's going on outside, you won't know what's happening to your friends and loved ones. Your job right now is to work out who needs the most help using only what you know." Hawkeye looked around at them, then waved them away. "Go."

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It was hard for Tara to disagree as she glanced around the Danger Shop. "You look like you're resting," she said, looking down at the leg to see if it seemed to be obviously broken or bruised. "Keep doing that, and the d-doctor will be with you as soon as he can."

"Make sure you rest too," the woman suggested. The orderly looked expectantly at Tara for a number.

"Three?" Tara said, adjusting the woman's bedding so she'd be as comfortable as possible. "I think she's more shaken up than anything."

The orderly nodded and pointed to another cot. There was another woman, mid-30s this time, and she was tucked under a blanket and looked half-asleep.

Tara looked dubious for a second -- she'd hoped she was done -- but put on a smile as she went over to the cot. "How are you feeling?" she asked again, hand light on the woman's arm.

This time the patient wasn't so lucky. She only managed a weak smile, but didn't have the strength to speak.

"It'll be okay," Tara said, smiling back and trying to look reassuring. "Let me just ... I'm just going to take a look under the blanket."

She lifted it very very slowly, with a questioning look at the orderly as if she wanted to be sure she was doing the right thing.

The orderly cringed, but nodded. It wasn't going to be pretty. And that was exactly the case. Poor Tara, it was a mess of blood and chewed up...something. It was hard to tell what was what down there.

Tara went pale as she gestured to the orderly. "This is a 1," she said. "I d-don't know what to do."

The orderly waved someone over in a hurry to get the patient ready for treatment.

Hawkeye was only passing by when he heard Tara's comment. "You'll learn," he said and kept walking.

First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

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