from home it seems.
We casevac’d back to Bastion after making sure MGR was safe. We high tailed it as fast as we could back to the school because we were incredibly concerned this was a feint to get our QRF out of the way for an attack. Fortunately, nothing hit us while we were dealing with us. As we learned together, there wasn’t really anyone left to hit us.
Last night I spent the entire evening in the clinic with the PJs as they stabilized the guy and patched the girl back up. She suffered a perforated intestine, and she’ll have a bitching scar from the exit wound, but she’ll survive. The guy on the other hand is probably fucked. We got a ghetto xray on his hip and it’s shattered. My round pancaked flat on the bone and just busted the fuck out of it. It looks like his hip socket got obliterated, and broke the leg bone as well, with the ball joint of the bone still in the socket. He also lost the left arm. The guys were able to save the arm from just above the elbow up, but… he lost a fucking arm. Life sucks.
We don’t really have the ability the put him back together again. According to the PJs, he needs a fully equipped orthopedic surgeon to get him rebuilt to have any quality of life. I don't think I need to bring up how dangerous the risk of infection would be with such a significantly invasive surgery either. At the moment, he’s on a morphine drip that’s powerful enough to get one of our fucking cows high as goddamn kite. We need to make a decision about him in the next day or two. If he lives through this, he’ll never walk again, and probably be in severe pain that will worsen over the years. It might be the most humane thing for us to simply give him a painless death so he doesn’t suffer.
I don’t want to talk to Michelle about this. Or maybe I do. Maybe I need her counsel on this. The PJs are advocating that we pull his plug. Triage. They don’t want to waste time and medical supplies on him. These supplies aren’t exactly growing on trees nowadays.
We posted guard on them all night.
This morning I woke up early, enjoyed a nice hot shower in Hall E here, and headed over to check on our patients. The woman was awake, and was talking to Doc Lindsey as she ate some breakfast. She looked ravenous.
I checked on the man, giving the woman time to see me, and assess me. Get comfortable with me and my manner. I didn’t want to just bum rush the side of her bed and intimidate her. Apparently, I can be a frightening guy. I imagine the Mohawk and tattoos might play into that. Anyhoo, I checked on our mangled man, grabbed a small cup of water from a pitcher, and headed over to say hi.
Doc Lindsey introduced me as, “Adrian, the guy who runs the show here.” I got a small laugh out of that. The young girl seemed intimidated despite my attempts to achieve the opposite, so I pulled up a seat and sat down. I also made sure to swing my M4A1 around to my back so it wasn’t in her face. The same weapon that put a bullet through her stomach didn’t need to be in her presence.
I introduced myself, explained a little bit of my background, told her a small bit about Bastion, and then dropped the bombshell about how I was the person who shot her. That got a pretty sharp raise of the eyebrows and a small recoil out of her, but less than I was expecting. I apologized, and explained how and why I pulled the trigger that day, and how we HAD to protect our people, and the places we’d made safe. We felt she and her friends were part of the group that had attacked us several times, and we couldn’t keep risking their attacks on us. At some point, enough is enough.
She cried. Quite a bit really. It was the better part of a half hour before she was able to get herself together enough to talk again. Doc Lindsey was A+ awesome as the comforting older woman. Mr. Journal, she’s right up there with Michelle in the “can ease anyone with a few words” category.
Speaking of which, Michelle also visited the
We casevac’d back to Bastion after making sure MGR was safe. We high tailed it as fast as we could back to the school because we were incredibly concerned this was a feint to get our QRF out of the way for an attack. Fortunately, nothing hit us while we were dealing with us. As we learned together, there wasn’t really anyone left to hit us.
Last night I spent the entire evening in the clinic with the PJs as they stabilized the guy and patched the girl back up. She suffered a perforated intestine, and she’ll have a bitching scar from the exit wound, but she’ll survive. The guy on the other hand is probably fucked. We got a ghetto xray on his hip and it’s shattered. My round pancaked flat on the bone and just busted the fuck out of it. It looks like his hip socket got obliterated, and broke the leg bone as well, with the ball joint of the bone still in the socket. He also lost the left arm. The guys were able to save the arm from just above the elbow up, but… he lost a fucking arm. Life sucks.
We don’t really have the ability the put him back together again. According to the PJs, he needs a fully equipped orthopedic surgeon to get him rebuilt to have any quality of life. I don't think I need to bring up how dangerous the risk of infection would be with such a significantly invasive surgery either. At the moment, he’s on a morphine drip that’s powerful enough to get one of our fucking cows high as goddamn kite. We need to make a decision about him in the next day or two. If he lives through this, he’ll never walk again, and probably be in severe pain that will worsen over the years. It might be the most humane thing for us to simply give him a painless death so he doesn’t suffer.
I don’t want to talk to Michelle about this. Or maybe I do. Maybe I need her counsel on this. The PJs are advocating that we pull his plug. Triage. They don’t want to waste time and medical supplies on him. These supplies aren’t exactly growing on trees nowadays.
We posted guard on them all night.
This morning I woke up early, enjoyed a nice hot shower in Hall E here, and headed over to check on our patients. The woman was awake, and was talking to Doc Lindsey as she ate some breakfast. She looked ravenous.
I checked on the man, giving the woman time to see me, and assess me. Get comfortable with me and my manner. I didn’t want to just bum rush the side of her bed and intimidate her. Apparently, I can be a frightening guy. I imagine the Mohawk and tattoos might play into that. Anyhoo, I checked on our mangled man, grabbed a small cup of water from a pitcher, and headed over to say hi.
Doc Lindsey introduced me as, “Adrian, the guy who runs the show here.” I got a small laugh out of that. The young girl seemed intimidated despite my attempts to achieve the opposite, so I pulled up a seat and sat down. I also made sure to swing my M4A1 around to my back so it wasn’t in her face. The same weapon that put a bullet through her stomach didn’t need to be in her presence.
I introduced myself, explained a little bit of my background, told her a small bit about Bastion, and then dropped the bombshell about how I was the person who shot her. That got a pretty sharp raise of the eyebrows and a small recoil out of her, but less than I was expecting. I apologized, and explained how and why I pulled the trigger that day, and how we HAD to protect our people, and the places we’d made safe. We felt she and her friends were part of the group that had attacked us several times, and we couldn’t keep risking their attacks on us. At some point, enough is enough.
She cried. Quite a bit really. It was the better part of a half hour before she was able to get herself together enough to talk again. Doc Lindsey was A+ awesome as the comforting older woman. Mr. Journal, she’s right up there with Michelle in the “can ease anyone with a few words” category.
Speaking of which, Michelle also visited the
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