We are meant to live (Open)

[Dancin]

Kellan groaned inwardly and turned her face away from the television and the gore that it was broadcasting. She had never agreed with the Games being shown in the hospital, but the Peacekeepers insisted. Kellan hated watching the games, for more reasons than their injustices. She hated watching people die when she couldn't help, especially when she knew that if she had been around, she may have been able to help. It hurt the doctor inside her, and the senseless violence made her feel quite ill.

The hospital was busy today, and they were short-staffed, so at the last possible moment that morning, Kellan was put on every single shift available in ICU. She had been helping the more senior doctors all morning, grabbing equipment and assisting in basic procedures. It was like always, Kellan acting as a nurse, despite her immense over qualifications.

It was her lunch break now, and Kellan was seated in an uncomfortable chair just outside the pediatric unit, munching away on a roast bird sandwich. She was supposed to be on break for an hour, but her alert beeper was sitting on the arm of her chair, ready to tell her she had a patient waiting at an instants notice. She would be lucky if she finished her sandwich.

For a moment her eyes lingered on the doors or the maternity ward, the soft cries of the recently born babies gurgling through like a small brook. It still hurt Kellan to see babies, and she often found herself thinking about the day her mother brought Tog home. He had been so tiny, and yet already so full of life and happiness. His small fingers, wrapping around anything within reach of his flailing arms. He had loved Kellan's hair, playing with it, sucking on it, pulling it out, pretty much whatever he had fancied in that moment.

In that instant, Kellan's alert sprang to life, beeping annoyingly at Kellan and buzzing against the metal chair. Kellan sprang to her feet, tossing her sandwich crusts in the garbage and wiping the tears out from under her eyes furiously. She adjusted her scrubs and rolled up the sleeves of her doctors coat and rushed down the hallway towards ICU.

"Here we go again..." She whispered to herself as she slid through the slowing closing doors of the unit.

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[Max]

Althea didn't mind working at the Apothecary with Nurse August. August was practically Althea's mother she never had. August was nice to her, too. Since August couldn't conceive, she offered to take in Althea as her father committed suicide, and her mother died in child birth.
The Apothecary wasn't busy. People usually only came if they needed Herb salves or liquid. Sometimes the hospital would pay big bucks for the herb salves, and sometimes just the herbs themselves. August didn't really help people with injuries, as the hospital could do way better with the technology they have. But when people are closest to the Apothecary and are desperate, they'll take them to August's Apothecary.

Althea was walking home from the forest, where they got their herbs. It was a beautiful day. Very sunny, with only a few clouds. Today was the best day to collect herbs. She was jogging back, when she ran into something. She immediately was pushed down. Not from her clumsiness, but from the person she ran into's force. The person kept on kicking her, hardly. She screamed in pain, until the person finally stopped. He kicked her once more and left. "August? AUGUST?" Althea shouted out in a weak voice. Luckily, the Apothecary was near the forest. She saw August walk out of the Apothecary and looked directly at her. She started running towards Althea and looked, at her injuries.
"My dear, what happened? It looks like you have a broken bone somewhere, I can't treat that with a health salve. We'll have to get you to a hospital."
I nodded, as August picked Althea up with all her strength. She slowly walked towards the hospital, and Althea started tearing up a bit. A few people offered to carry her the rest of the way, but August refused. She knew that she could do it. We finally reached the Hospital, and August sat Althea down in a chair. "Honey, I'll be at the Apothecary if you need me. I still haven't closed up yet." Althea nodded, and August walked out the huge hospital doors. Althea patiently waited for a nurse or doctor to take her in. She twiddled with her thumbs, watching the Games on the TV's they had in the Hospital. I can't believe I cried over a broken bone yet they probably don't have an arm and still fight through it.