StoneWolf18
Within the Depths of a Dream
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[div class=stoneWrapper][div class=stoneImage][div class=stoneHeader]Genevieve Caron[/div][/div][div class=stoneTextBox][div class=stoneTextBackground][div class=stoneText]“Sir, I need you to lie still for me.” Genevieve’s voice was calm yet firm, trying to get older man on the cot before her to stop moving.
With a grunt he stopped thrashing around, but didn’t look all that please about it. “Just ‘urry up, will yah? My wife’s o’er there an’ I want to make sure she’s al’ight.”
Nodding, the young-appearing woman had rolled the sleeves of the simple cloth gown she wore, the apron over it already splattered with all sorts of bodily fluids as she inspected the man’s broken arm. It had been a couple days since the vampires had attacked Toussaint, and it seemed as if more townsfolk were crawling out nowhere to seek medical treatment.
With a practiced series of motions, she was able to bind the wound and make a basic splint out of the supplies on hand. It was nothing more than scraps of wood and cloth, but it was still much better than leaving it to heal on its own, if it would.
“There.” She offered him a smile. “Now you may see your wife.”
Without so much as a nod of thanks, he stood and hobbled his way over to where her cot was. The older woman had a rather awful claw wound across her torso that looked a few days from infection, but at least she was here.
Genevieve had been about to search for a new patient to tend to when a familiar voice called out. “Julia! Julia where have you gone now…”
Even after so many years, the name (and the identity she had created around it) still felt false.
The nurse moved out of the crowded tent, breathing in a lung-full of fresh air- and doubling over with a rough coughing fit.
“There you are!” The woman searching for her finally came into view through the fairgrounds-turned-hospital. It was Liona, another field nurse and someone who she had grown rather close to over the last few years.
She met her by the mouth of the text (one of many) and drew her over to the side. Genevieve leaned on her while she caught her breath, giving her a sheepish smile. “Good afternoon.”
Liona shook her head with a mock sigh. “My, at least you’re up and walking today. Yesterday I could hardly wake you.”
“Julia” offered a subtle shrug while moving a few wayward strands of hair out of her face. “You know why, sickly since birth.” This bittersweet lie she was living, while everyone else took her at face value… it was better this way, of course, but she still wondered if they would be so amiable towards her if they knew who she truly was.
“And yet you’ve been working since dawn.” Liona huffed. “Go now clean up, get something to eat, and take a short break, these people are stable enough to last an hour or two.”
Reluctant, but willing and in need of a small break, Genevieve gave a slightly larger grateful smile before heading off through the rows of tents and throngs of people.
Morris
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With a grunt he stopped thrashing around, but didn’t look all that please about it. “Just ‘urry up, will yah? My wife’s o’er there an’ I want to make sure she’s al’ight.”
Nodding, the young-appearing woman had rolled the sleeves of the simple cloth gown she wore, the apron over it already splattered with all sorts of bodily fluids as she inspected the man’s broken arm. It had been a couple days since the vampires had attacked Toussaint, and it seemed as if more townsfolk were crawling out nowhere to seek medical treatment.
With a practiced series of motions, she was able to bind the wound and make a basic splint out of the supplies on hand. It was nothing more than scraps of wood and cloth, but it was still much better than leaving it to heal on its own, if it would.
“There.” She offered him a smile. “Now you may see your wife.”
Without so much as a nod of thanks, he stood and hobbled his way over to where her cot was. The older woman had a rather awful claw wound across her torso that looked a few days from infection, but at least she was here.
Genevieve had been about to search for a new patient to tend to when a familiar voice called out. “Julia! Julia where have you gone now…”
Even after so many years, the name (and the identity she had created around it) still felt false.
The nurse moved out of the crowded tent, breathing in a lung-full of fresh air- and doubling over with a rough coughing fit.
“There you are!” The woman searching for her finally came into view through the fairgrounds-turned-hospital. It was Liona, another field nurse and someone who she had grown rather close to over the last few years.
She met her by the mouth of the text (one of many) and drew her over to the side. Genevieve leaned on her while she caught her breath, giving her a sheepish smile. “Good afternoon.”
Liona shook her head with a mock sigh. “My, at least you’re up and walking today. Yesterday I could hardly wake you.”
“Julia” offered a subtle shrug while moving a few wayward strands of hair out of her face. “You know why, sickly since birth.” This bittersweet lie she was living, while everyone else took her at face value… it was better this way, of course, but she still wondered if they would be so amiable towards her if they knew who she truly was.
“And yet you’ve been working since dawn.” Liona huffed. “Go now clean up, get something to eat, and take a short break, these people are stable enough to last an hour or two.”
Reluctant, but willing and in need of a small break, Genevieve gave a slightly larger grateful smile before heading off through the rows of tents and throngs of people.
Morris
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