04-28-2025, 10:54 AM
Anita’s time with Hayden had been necessary. A good time and a good distraction, but the next day had found her not spending time with family. Instead she found herself in one of the refugee camps. People here got hurt or sick, and it was rare for them to seek medical attention. They just couldn’t afford it. It was unfortunate, and it was a difficult problem to deal with.
Cor had asked her to go. It was her off day - he couldn’t command it. He also couldn’t send crew today to do it. They were needed to respond to their normal calls, but Cor knew she wouldn’t refuse. She wasn’t angry about it. She was happy to help. This is why she did what she did. Someone had donated to help the camps. This was a way she could do it.
The camp was like all the others. Makeshift shelters dotted the area. Too many people were squashed together. It smelled bad in a way that only desperation could create. It was incredibly sad. She hoped all she had to deal with was simple injuries or sickness. Something she could actually help with. But Anita was prepared to convince someone to go to the hospital. As long as they were in sound mind, she couldn’t force the issue.
She pulled her medical bag out and began to check around and see if anyone needed help. Her coat was a dark blue with the Star of life on the back and shoulders. It was a symbol most recognized. People would know she worked in EMS. She saw a gentleman handing out food to the people here, a symbol of the Brotherhood of Ascension on his chest. He spoke quietly those who came to him. Despite her own misgivings on religion, she appreciated the help that most did for those less fortunate. She respected the fact that he wasn’t forcing conversation either. Just simple words of comfort from his belief or holy book or whatever the Brotherhood preached. Anita gave him a respectful nod as people began to come to her too. It had to be frustrating. She doubted the people here would be very receptive.
A child approached, followed by her mother, grasping her hand with a pained expression on her face. Anita got on one knee and pulled out a pair of medical gloves. ”What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked with an encouraging smile on her face.
The child didn’t answer, just held out her hand. Anita took it and looked, noting the cut on the girl’s hand. It still bled and was fresh. It wasn’t deep either. No one was running at her with emergencies, so this seemed like a good start.
Anita opened her bag and spoke to the girl. ”Lets get that cleaned up. It’s going to sting a little, but this will help a lot.” the girl nodded and winced a little as Anita cleaned the wound before applying a bandage. The girl left with a slight smile. That was enough. She wouldn’t hear a thank you from most of the people she helped; they were a quiet bunch, but the smile, nod, or even just walking away would be enough.
Cor had asked her to go. It was her off day - he couldn’t command it. He also couldn’t send crew today to do it. They were needed to respond to their normal calls, but Cor knew she wouldn’t refuse. She wasn’t angry about it. She was happy to help. This is why she did what she did. Someone had donated to help the camps. This was a way she could do it.
The camp was like all the others. Makeshift shelters dotted the area. Too many people were squashed together. It smelled bad in a way that only desperation could create. It was incredibly sad. She hoped all she had to deal with was simple injuries or sickness. Something she could actually help with. But Anita was prepared to convince someone to go to the hospital. As long as they were in sound mind, she couldn’t force the issue.
She pulled her medical bag out and began to check around and see if anyone needed help. Her coat was a dark blue with the Star of life on the back and shoulders. It was a symbol most recognized. People would know she worked in EMS. She saw a gentleman handing out food to the people here, a symbol of the Brotherhood of Ascension on his chest. He spoke quietly those who came to him. Despite her own misgivings on religion, she appreciated the help that most did for those less fortunate. She respected the fact that he wasn’t forcing conversation either. Just simple words of comfort from his belief or holy book or whatever the Brotherhood preached. Anita gave him a respectful nod as people began to come to her too. It had to be frustrating. She doubted the people here would be very receptive.
A child approached, followed by her mother, grasping her hand with a pained expression on her face. Anita got on one knee and pulled out a pair of medical gloves. ”What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked with an encouraging smile on her face.
The child didn’t answer, just held out her hand. Anita took it and looked, noting the cut on the girl’s hand. It still bled and was fresh. It wasn’t deep either. No one was running at her with emergencies, so this seemed like a good start.
Anita opened her bag and spoke to the girl. ”Lets get that cleaned up. It’s going to sting a little, but this will help a lot.” the girl nodded and winced a little as Anita cleaned the wound before applying a bandage. The girl left with a slight smile. That was enough. She wouldn’t hear a thank you from most of the people she helped; they were a quiet bunch, but the smile, nod, or even just walking away would be enough.