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

This workshop roster was a lot smaller than last term's, and that made things easier to deal with everyone on a one-on-one basis. Hawkeye left a note outside the Danger Shop asking everyone to gather and wait there until it was class time. The doors opened right on time and the students were then able to enter, only to find themselves in a very different environment to the school building they had left.

The room looked exactly like the school gym in the dorms building only it was littered with cots full of injured people, people attending to them and curtained off areas where surgery was going on. More and more wounded people were being brought in and loaded onto cots. Every so often outside there was a thunderous boom and crash coming from somewhere outside making the building rock and shudder from the vibrations. The lights were dimmer than usual and would momentarily dim further after the shaking.

In between loud noises, the gym was surprisingly quiet. Shoes would squeak as people walked on what was once the basketball court. Over near the weights area, doctors would call for a suture or suction or for more light or a new patient to put back together.

Hawkeye, dressed in scrubs, made his way through the foot traffic to his new students.

"Welcome to First Aid. I'm Hawkeye Pierce. I'll learn your names after we deal with the wounded who are piling up. Today's not bad for a pretty bad day. These people aren't real and you won't recognize any faces, but this has happened before and it could happen again tomorrow with people you do recognize who are real and who will need your help. They could be your roommate or the kid you sit next to in class or your best friend. You're here to learn how to help them. Get started. Pick a patient, find out what's wrong with them and tell me what you see and what you think. Decide on a number to give them. 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. I don't care how much or how little experience you have with injuries. You have to start somewhere. Time to go."

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Get your bearings, figure out what's going on, listen to your instructions, comment on how you feel about the situation to your fellow classmates.

Dru kept looking around as Hawkeye spoke, taking in the situation. This wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting from a first aid class but she supposed it was a little more interesting then watching videos.

As soon as Karla entered the room, she felt herself slipping into full-on Healer mode. She kept an ear out for what the professor was saying, but was already scanning the patients nearby. The ability to listen while multitasking had been a hard-earned lesson in the early days of her training.

When he stopped speaking, she raised her hand. "We're not trying to help anyone today?" she asked, making sure she had half-heard him correctly. "Just giving numbers and moving on?"

"It's pretty safe to assume that if you're taking this class, you don't have the skills to help these people. We'll work on that. The idea is to give them a number so the orderly can move them on to the doctor or nurse who can treat them in the right order."

Karla nodded slowly. "That's not...entirely true in my case," she explained a bit awkwardly. "I am Healer, trained to use Craft--magic--to Heal wounds and illnesses. I also know some non-Craft ways to heal, and I'm here to learn more, actually."

"You're here to learn, I'm here to teach. I assume. That's what they're paying me for. Whether that actually happens is anyone's guess. Consider today a lesson on triage in a widespread disaster situation. One step at a time."

Kurt stared at the carnage in horror. Every time an explosion burst, he flinched.

Eventually, he crossed himself.

Momoko had actually chosen this class, but this was totally not what she'd expected it to be like. She'd expected... well, a classroom, for one thing. Not really the gym filled with wounded people while it sounded like a war was going on outside!

She also wasn't expecting to have to determine whether or not someone who was hurt would get medical attention.

"Can I go outside and fight instead?" She was only half joking; how could she say no to getting someone help?

"After the period is over, you can go outside and fight a tree as much as your heart desire's," Hawkeye replied.

"Sorry!" Momoko was embarrassed, now. "I'm sorry! I know I'm supposed to be learning first aid, but I just didn't think it would be like this, and usually I'm actually out in the battles and not helping in the clinic, so that's why I said that?"

"It's okay!" Hawkeye reassured her. "I'm kidding. Well, not about the first aid over fighting, but I'm sure the trees are very peaceful anyway and don't need to be shown who's boss. At some point this term, everyone's going to be out of their element. You're just getting a head start. If you did think it would be like this, I'd think you either had an overactive imagination or you talked to someone who took the class last term."

Bruce's face was blank. Two gunshots and pools of blood defined who he was half his life ago. He wasn't about to let a simulation like this affect him.

He listened to the instructions carefully as he tried to map out the best way to get through large groups efficiently and, more importantly, effectively.

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