"That's good, you'll probaly be in here for a week or two, just so we can watch your health and maake sure it doesn't get infected. The doc will be in shortly to look in on you." She smiled and patted the soldiers hand.

"Where is Doctor Lamarck?" Lucy asked, "I haven't seen him since you were talking to him. Should I go get him to look at the soldier?"

"Problay, the soldier still has a fever and it's rising." her brow furrowed in worry.

"I'll be right back then," Lucy hurried from the room and came back a few minutes later with Philip in tow.

The middle aged doctor knelt before the soldier and checked his temperature. "Alright, he needs medicine," he said.

Abby nodded and tok a small glass bottle and shook it, then she took a needle and got 5 millimeters the injected it into the soldiers vein in his left arm. "There you sir, you should feel better soon," She smiled kindly.

Philip knelt down beside the man again and checked some other vitals, determined that the soldier would survive.

Abby looked at the soilder, "What do I call you, soldier?" She asked.

"Alex," the soldier whispered softly as the doctor continued to look him over.

A few minutes later Philip stood up and looked at Abby. "I want you to keep him on medication to keep the fever down and you also need to keep that wound very clean if so it doesn't get infected."

Abby nodded, "I will."

"Good then," Philip said, "I trust you will do a good job and so I shall give you some peace."

He smiled briefly at her before slipping from the room.

Abby watched the doctor leave and looked at Alex, "I'm Abby, I will be your nurse, do you ned anything."

"Not right now," Alex whispered closing his eyes and trying to sleep.

Abby watched the soilder fall asleep then walked to the other patients, treating them if necessary.

Lucy and Quill started whispering together in the corner of the room since they had known each other for a few months and had become good friends.

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Philip was bent over a young soldier who was seriously injuried, shot in the chest, muttering to himself.

Abby looked at the doctor, " I don't think I got through to him, " She muttered to herself while cleaning a stab wound on a young soilder.

While Philip was tending to the man the young soldier slipped away and died. The doctor narrowed his eyes and slapped the bed in anger. "Damn," he said getting to his feet and pulling off his gloves.

Abby looked away and walked over to the doc then at the soilder, "don't give up that easily." she then started CPR on the soilder.

"He's gone Abby," Philip said watching her.

The soldier didn't start breathing again.

"Abby, looked up, I have seen many miracles doctor, I have saved men that were 15 minutes dead, I'm not giving up yet." She began CPR again.

"Miracles, right," Philip said pulling on his gloves again, "Just don't get your hopes up..."

By then, she felt a heartbeat from the soilder and she smiled..

Philip knelt beside her and wiped some blood from the man's chest wound. "He could still die..." he said softly, reaching for some ointment, "It's a nasty wound."

"I know, but I have faith in the man." She smiled and stroked the man's hair, it was sweaty so she put a cold, wet rag on his forehead.

"You have faith in everything," Philip remarked rubbing the ointment into the wound and grabbing a piece of cloth, pressing it into the wound to try and slow the heavy bleeding.

"It's how I was taught doctor." She smiled.

Philip grabbed a new cloth and continued to hold it to the wound. "Get me some blood clotter fluid," he said, "He's going to bleed to death otherwise."

She grabbed the bottle and placed some dirctly on the wound.

Nodding in thanks Philip rubbed it in, relaxing when the bleeding slowed. "Alright," he muttered rubbing in more ointment, "He has a chance."

"Everybody has a chance." She smiled, "So I'm making some more tea and I'm going to eat, join if you want." she invited.

"Alright," Philip said wrapping up the wound and insturacting another nurse to keep a close watch on the soldier.

He pulled off his gloves and moved to the water basin to clean his hands. "You go on, I'll join you in a minute."

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