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

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

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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Triage

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Pick a cot and figure out what's wrong with your patient using only what you know. If you don't know anything, then you'll still have learned something today! Hawkeye wants to hear what you see, sense and feel about the patient and their condition. If you're going solo on a patient, make a decision and tell the orderly what number you're assigning to the patient.

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[svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com]

The patient Dru picked was an older man. He had a bleeding scalp wound and was holding his arm tucked close to his body.

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[glacial_queen]

The room was bad, but not 'burned-barn-full-of-landens' bad, so it still wasn't the worst she'd ever seen. Holding that reminder close, Karla immediately began walking down the rows, projecting soothing calm as she did.

The toughest part of this class would be remembering not to use Craft, she could tell that much already.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

A hand reached out from one of the cots, trying to grab at Karla to get her attention. The hand belonged to a boy around Karla's age with blood on his face from a gash on his head. His right leg was at an awkward angle and from the vague but anguished look on his face, he was struggling with both pain and consciousness.

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[glacial_queen]

"Hush, hush," Karla soothed, swiftly bending over the bed. "Let me look at you."

The gash on his head was bleeding badly, but head wounds had a tendency to do so. Though the leg at that angle suggested a compound break, most likely. Rather than calling up Craft to do a full scan, Karla examined the boy with just her hands and medical knowledge, starting first with the head wound.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

The gash was wide, but not too deep. There was bruising already around the area, suggesting he'd hit his head hard. "I fell off a, a something. I don't remember so much."

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[glacial_queen]

Gash aside, the bruising and the loss of memory was dangerous. He likely had a concussion. Between that and the leg, Karla felt comfortable turning and telling the orderly, "He's a one. Make sure the head wound is seen to and then tend to that leg. The cut could use stitches, but that's the last thing we should worry about."

Bending down again, Karla smiled at the boy. "Don't you worry. We'll have this fixed up soon," she said, squeezing his hand. "I've got some other people to check on, but I'll come back and see how you're doing before I go, okay?"

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

The boy nodded, then regretted moving his head. The orderlies moved in to take him away.

"How could you tell he was a one?" Hawkeye asked.

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[heromaniac]

Momoko agreed rather quickly with the teacher that she wasn't going to be giving out any zeros. She was almost positive she wasn't going to be giving out any threes, either.

As much as she didn't want to, and wishing all the while she was outside instead, Momoko made her way to the next unattended cot.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Well hello there," the patient said, propping himself up on his elbows. "Can I interest you in a flesh wound?" Considering the amount of blood seeping through the bandages packed into his side, a flesh wound was an understatement. Still, he seemed alert and in good spirits, even if he was probably running purely on adrenaline at this stage.

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[heromaniac]

"Uhm. Hi!" Momoko blinked at first, then smiled hesitantly. She hadn't really expected someone who was able to joke about something that would produce that much blood.

"Well, uhm. First," She pushed lightly but firmly at his shoulders, trying to get him to lay back down so she could look for other wounds. Plus, she knew that much, at least, that you were supposed to stay still when bleeding. "Let's see if you have any to spare, shall we? I totally don't want to take your only one?"

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

He behaved himself and laid back down. "I don't mind sharing," the guy said. He was a student, only a year or two younger than Momoko. "I got hit by some flying debris," he explained. "Building went up, bricks went flying. I didn't duck fast enough. There might still be a few pieces of Fast Eddie's in there, but it's okay. I'll deal. But would you take a look?"

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[heromaniac]

His age didn't bother Momoko too much, and she was actually hoping he'd listen more to her since she was older.

"They got Fast Eddie's? Think that the bowling shoes will mutate and come to help save us? I totally suspected that they were alive, you know. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?" She checked him over quickly, noting all bruises and scratches. He'd apparently ducked pretty well? She moved her attention to the large side wound, examining the wrapping job. "Who bandaged you up?"

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"My roommate," he replied. "We were doing the tag team thing. She's okay. We were trying to stop the bleeding long enough to get me up here to see the docs. How'd she do?" Probably not very well.

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

When the instructions were over, Bruce made his way over to a cot, trying to figure out the best questions to ask and in what order to ask them.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Bruce's patient, a student, was very quiet and very still. He was conscious and sweating, looking very pale, weak and tired. "When did they make you a doctor?"

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"They haven't yet. I'm just helping out right now," Bruce said, making note of the obvious symptoms. "How are you holding up?"

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I feel better knowing they're not desperate enough to make you a doctor," the guy joked, then sobered. "I got caught inside the Kwik Stop when it collapsed. Half a wall fell on me. I'm just grateful it wasn't Turtle & Canary. The squishy machine could have fell on me. I hate those things."

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Does it hurt when you move?" Bruce asked. Half a wall. Bones could be broken. There could be internal bleeding. The obvious symptoms could be signs of that.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm trying not to move. Ribs hurt, back hurt, legs...not so bad. They're tingling. I don't think it's good."

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[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt took a deep breath and headed toward the patient that looked the absolute worst of the bunch. No better way to learn than to dive in headfirst, right? He wasn't about to get queasy from the sight of the injuries, but he did wince in empathy.

"Und how are we feeling today?" he asked, feigning chipperness.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

The woman looked up at Kurt. "I don't want to look at it." Everything below her chest was a mess. It had been packed with gauze by the field medic, but was starting to soak through.

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[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"Then close your eyes," Kurt told her soothingly. "I don't want to look at it either, but how else are we going to fix you? You'll be all right, I promise."

He took a deep breath, swallowed, and lifted the edge of the dressing.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

The patient did as she was told and squeezed her eyes shut. It was a good thing she couldn't see under the dressing. The flesh looked like something had chewed on it and then coughed it back up.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye watched from a distance.

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[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt winced again and shuddered a little, glad she'd closed her eyes. He gently replaced the dressing.

"A one," he informed the orderly. Then he told the woman "You can open your eyes now. It's not so bad; we'll have you patched up in no time!"