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Post by Gregory Vincent Ashford on Jul 16, 2013 17:01:05 GMT -5
Greg was scrubbing his hands outside, in a bucket of water, just about to go back in. In where? To the medical center and of course what he was scrubbing off his hands was staining the water red. He always felt a bit like a mad man when he finished fixing someone up in a more serious manner, the one that got him covered in more than a bit of red. But he knew it was the opposite, it meant he was a healer, not a madman and that made him smile a little bit.
It meant he was undoing any harm that had been done on people, much like his father had only done harm. It set him apart from the man who had tortured him most of his life even as he had been a respected man in the town who had been looked up to by many and thus no one believed Greg or his mother. Oh yes, it set him apart and that was one of the best parts, it helped him to get better, to gain back confidence that had never been allowed to grow in him before. It was slow going but he was working on it.
Anyway, it also meant that sometimes the work got messy, when he had to sew someone up or like today when he had had to fix something that had been broken on the inside from a bad fall. They were more easily damaged by the smaller things, here at camp, as opposed to the vampires who were more durable, it often meant people got hurt trying to keep up but Greg would always be there to sew them back up and make sure everything was in working order for as long as he could.
Speaking of, they were now officially out of painkillers. He frowned. That was almost as bad as the time they had ran out of anesthetic that they could use here. People needed that, if he did need to do something that was too small to waste said anesthetic on sometimes they had to make due. And now they were out .And it wasn’t the sort of thing he could run to the store for or put in an order for like in the old days, no. They couldn’t even raid any abandoned houses for that because what abandoned houses had hospital grade pain killers casually laying about?
No, the only way that they could get that was to go into the Sector, to risk their lives in order to make sure they didn’t lose any more back home. Greg frowned, no not their lives, the life of a guard or a scout, like Mark. He couldn’t even go himself and risk his life, he had to send someone else into the line of fire for it. But they needed it, so what could he do? He shook his head. He knew it was his job to tell someone because he had used the last of it just now, but he hated to do it.
Though, it wasn’t because he was shy. Oh, Greg was shy alright and prone to blushing or stuttering, but that wasn’t the problem here. When it came to the medical stuff, he was more confident. He was one of the few medics here, never went to medical school but he had seen enough as an apprentice and in his years as a full medic that he could likely pass any test medical school could toss at him at this point. SO he was confident enough in his field, a rarity for the shy boy.
It was because he dreaded asking someone to go to the Sector. To risk their lives or their freedom like that for the Camp. Because they would do it without a second thought or hesitation because they all lived for the greater good here, for getting their species through this without losing their freedom. The refugees were all about themselves, you could see it when they first came in to Camp if they made it. But not so here, here they were taught they stood together and worked together or they perished.
So that was what he dreaded, sending someone in, knowing that he had to and knowing that they needed it without a doubt. He would just have to suck it up but not just yet. Those that tended to go out and pick up these things were out and about right now, doing their job. He would just have to hope he didn’t need it before they got back, before he could send them out to endure the danger for the good of the center.
He shook his head, and pulled his glasses back on from where he had rested them besides the bucket to wash up. And then he headed back in, because his shift wasn’t over yet. He grinned a little bit. It was never really over, not even on his day off. There weren’t enough of the medics for there to be a day off and he knew it. So lost in his thoughts, though, that when he walked inside and walked down a hallway—this was one of the bigger places in the Camp because it needed to be—he didn’t see where he was going and bumped right into someone.
Which of course brought on the usual blush, despite him being where he was most confident. ”Ah, sorry” he said, softly, before looking up to see who it was that he had bumped into, everyone knew everyone around here after all. He would know who he had bumped into in his moment of distraction. Which made it all the more embarrassing, of course.
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Post by melly on Sept 6, 2013 16:33:57 GMT -5
Some days she just didn't want to get up, some days she laid in bed as the sun peeked over the treetops, wondering when she'd be able to sleep in again, when she'd be able to fall asleep without the constant worry, without wondering who would die this day. Today had been no exception as her weary eyes opened with the first hints of dawn. She'd laid in bed, staring at a stained ceiling for longer than she should have before finally hauling herself up and out of bed. The morning had consisted of a routine, a quick breakfast, coffee carefully rationed and made with a note to seek more if there was a chance. She'd gone around camp in the early morning, making sure that those who were supposed to be up and about were up and about, getting updates about the nights proceedings. Usual, inane things that needed to be done every day.
When the war had started Melissa had been in charge of her own squad, which was a responsibility in itself, she made choices for her group, but most orders were given down to her by a higher force. She didn't have to make the tough decisions, that was for the person above her. And now look at her, a survivor of the war, a leader that took orders now giving orders to a bunch of civilians and a few left over soldiers. She'd done her best in gathering the survivors of the war, and when the time came to go into hiding, to stop running, she'd done her best to find a place for them. Somewhere safe, somewhere they could call home, even if it was a mocking of that word. How could this place possibly be called home? It was a hollow reminder that they'd lost everything, that they were refugee's from a war intent to wipe out the human race.
And now, now the fate that awaited them in civilization (how she hated to call the vampire run world a civilization) was worse. Instead of death they were enslaved, forced to live no better than dogs, forced to be at the beck and call of whatever hungry vampire took them in. It infuriated her, beyond comprehension at times. But there was little she could do, at least for now. The scouts and guards made runs into the cities to gather intel or needed supplies. And sometimes they were able to help someone, and sometimes they merely watched. She sighed lightly, heading down the hallway in the medic building, clipboard in hand. She was making rounds to see what was needed around camp. Three sheets were filled with things that were needed, most of them being food products.
She had been studying the clipboard, paying absolutely no attention in what she thought was a deserted hallway. She had so many thoughts going on in her head, who should be sent in to the city to get supplies, when they should go, what they should attempt to take, and how to make sure this went smoothly and without any sort of casualties at all. She didn't mean to run into the younger man, but her eyes snapped up instantly, her body tensing as she found her bearings once more. Greg's reaction to running into her was a bit different than hers, at first irritation flashed across her face before she sighed lightly, smiling ever so softly. "No need to apologize Greg, was an accident" And mostly her fault. Honestly, everyone expected her to be a leader and here she was, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off hardly paying attention.
She tucked the clipboard under her arm while motioning towards Greg to follow her down the hallway. "I was looking for you actually, I need to know what supplies we are out of, we'll be going on a run into the city soon" Her voice was quiet, loud enough for him to hear yet soft enough to hopefully put him at ease. In the years she'd known Greg she'd come to appreciate his shy, quiet nature. And the fact that he didn't constantly ask her what would happen next, when they would be able to go home, when they'd finally be able to live again, was very much appreciated. Tag; Greg Words; 725 Notes; Eh. here you go ^^
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Post by Gregory Vincent Ashford on Sept 6, 2013 20:02:35 GMT -5
There were very few places where Greg was not the sort to hide away, to get all shy and hide behind his blushes and his nervous looks. There were very few places where he would volunteer his thoughts easily and without thinking too hard about it. His house that he shared with Mark, the library and the medical center were those places, and so few they were. He was currently in one of those places, which should make him a tad bit more comfortable because he was in his comfort zone, but that wasn’t all that big of a factor for how he was acting because, well, there were bigger things on his mind.
Pain killers. One of the worst possible things to run out of, besides for anesthetic. And if they didn’t get pain killers soon they would likely run out of the former sooner rather than later trying to keep up with the need for knocking people out or keeping them calm during surgery. He was lucky if he even ever had enough to set home with people when they got seriously hurt and needed something to take the edge off. A lot of the time they were stuck with herbal remedies in that case.
And now, because he had used the last of it and he was one of the few top medics in camp despite his young age, he had to send someone else out to risk their life in order to get more. Because they terribly needed these sorts of medicine and the way they wore themselves out, they tended to go through it far too quickly, it wasn’t safe the rate that it went through. And then, well, it wasn’t like they could rummage up medicine or make it, that they had to harvest from the vampires, being careful not to get caught.
As long as Greg had been allowed to know about the people going out—when he had first come he had been so young, he remembered being sheltered and staying with other people—not too many people had been lost. Well, at least it was a good percentage of people that came back anyway, better than he would have hoped. That didn’t mean everyone came back but more often than not everyone did so that was good. That was a good thing. He was going to focus on that point.
And apparently he was focusing so hard that he bumped into someone.
He stuttered out an apology—as much as he was confident here, he was distracted and any sort of bumping into people made him revert right back to being nervous—and looked up with a blush. And saw that of all the people in the camp for him to bump into, he had to have bumped into Melissa, the leader of the camp. She was a good leader too, and she wasn’t anyone who should make him nervous.
But all the same, she was still the leader of the camp, a serious authority figure, and that always made him nervous despite himself. He couldn’t help it. Eventually, he did settle down around her because she was just good around him and he enjoyed talking to her once he settled, but he usually started off a nervous mess until they were talking long enough that he had a chance to settle down and talk like a normal human. It helped that he had been here for eight years, and it helped that she was female so she didn’t set off his issues as bad as if she was male.
Males really made him a nervous wreck.
And then he realized he was babbling in his head and he hadn’t replied to her yet and that probably made him seem rude and then she might get angry and he was blushing brighter again and—dammit! He settled his thoughts, took a deep breath, and looked over at her. ”Ah, well I’m sorry for not watching where I was going, anyway” he stuttered out with a blush still, though she had forgiven him easily. It was an accident, and he wasn’t sure who was at fault because he hadn’t been looking but still. Still he was apologizing.
She motioned for him to follow and he did, without a second thought, wiping his hands easily on his jeans to get off the last residues of water that still clung to them. The jeans were new, and they fit, so it was kind of wonderful. Though he shouldn’t have worn them to work. What other choice did he have though? Luckily the protectors had kept him from getting blood on his new pants so…Oh jeez, Greg, focus. He blinked and followed her down the hallway.
Her voice was gentle and he took a deep breath, calming. He had to be the medic, the person who knew things, he had to focus and relax. ”Well, I would be looking for you soon too, in that regard” he said, softly, with a little frown. This subject and he finally stopped stuttering, this was his area. ”We’re out of painkillers. Among other things. But mainly painkillers” he said, with a frown. He never hid that it bothered him that he had to report these things, send others out to get what he and the other medics needed.
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