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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"No," the boy admitted. "There was a loud noise and then I was here." His leg was mangled badly, but he didn't seem to be too bothered by it.

"Presumably the two are connected," Alice said, offering him a quick smile. "Can you still feel your leg? I'm going to try touching it, but if anything should hurt, don't be shy about saying so."

She reached down, very very gently, to explore with her fingertips the exact shape of his leg, and how that related to how a leg was supposed to look.

There was a bone where it wasn't meant to be and it made itself known quite visibly. There was torn flesh underneath and bad bruising and probably blood in the leg where it wasn't meant to be. "None of it hurts."

"All right," she said, straightening up again. "Much preferable to all of it hurting, isn't that? You sit quietly and we'll have you fixed in no time."

She waited until they were out of earshot to address the orderly. "I should say 2," she said, considering it. "The bone's out, that's quite bad, but I don't believe he's in mortal peril."

The orderly nodded and made a note. The patient in the next cot was having difficulty breathing.

"Sit up," Alice said, "if you can. You haven't hurt anything that might be damaged if you sit up, have you? How long have you found it hard to breathe?"

The patient, a boy about Alice's age, struggled but eventually managed to sit up. "About an hour," he rasped. His breath was shaky and rattling.

"I expect you're feeling a bit dizzy, then," she said, reaching to lay the back of her hand on his forehead, to check its warmth. "Can you breathe easier sitting up? If so, try to remain that way, and if not, lay down until told otherwise."

She mouthed the word one to the orderly. Breathing was essential. Not breathing brought around death rather quickly.

The patient shook his head, staying where he was. He didn't have much choice in the matter since moving was hard.

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

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