Too Much Thought Process (Open)

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.