Beth's hurrying from patient to patient, asking questions from behind a surgical mask and doing her best to figure out what can be done for each of them. It's nothing like her last experience trying to help the sick; it's busier, for one thing, and everybody's too intent on trying to stop the illness to get involved in petty politics. They're all on the same side here.
It's what a hospital should be, even if it's only a medical tent in a camp without even the most basic technology. She can work under it.
"Where's the medicine? The--the synergine." The word's still unfamiliar in her mouth. "We still have some, right?"
If they don't, she doesn't know what she's going to do.
[in death]
She needs a break. She's needed a break for at least an hour now, but it's not exhaustion that finally drives her out of the med tent. It's the sight, the feeling of a soldier--maybe Sonia's age, maybe younger--slipping from a sweaty, labored sleep into something dark and empty. She'd been holding his hand, trying to find his pulse.
Her first reaction had been to reach for her knife, even knowing he wouldn't turn.
At the far corner of the tent, as far from the entry flap as she can get, she stands with her arms wrapped around herself, her mask dangling from her fingers.
We don't get to be upset. We all got jobs to do. But right now, she needs to to stand in the cold, breathing in the icy air.
[wildcard]
Beth's doing both triage and medical assistance, and she's gotten good at pushing down any squeamishness about barf or coughing stuff up. While she's not experienced enough to lead medical efforts, she's a good listener and a quick study. She makes a pretty useful orderly, though she'll insist on knowing the reasoning behind any direction that sounds to her like it might hurt a patient.
When things aren't at a fever pitch (ha. ha, ha.), she'll still mostly be in the tent, keeping the ill company as best she can. On breaks, she'll head over to other parts of the camp--the outsiders' tent, the mess tent, occasionally the bathing tent to throw water on her face--and outside the camp to check Daryl's traps. But most of the day, she sticks close to the sickbay. Everyone's survival depends on stopping this sickness.
triage/medical assistance
Beth's hurrying from patient to patient, asking questions from behind a surgical mask and doing her best to figure out what can be done for each of them. It's nothing like her last experience trying to help the sick; it's busier, for one thing, and everybody's too intent on trying to stop the illness to get involved in petty politics. They're all on the same side here.
It's what a hospital should be, even if it's only a medical tent in a camp without even the most basic technology. She can work under it.
"Where's the medicine? The--the synergine." The word's still unfamiliar in her mouth. "We still have some, right?"
If they don't, she doesn't know what she's going to do.
[in death]
She needs a break. She's needed a break for at least an hour now, but it's not exhaustion that finally drives her out of the med tent. It's the sight, the feeling of a soldier--maybe Sonia's age, maybe younger--slipping from a sweaty, labored sleep into something dark and empty. She'd been holding his hand, trying to find his pulse.
Her first reaction had been to reach for her knife, even knowing he wouldn't turn.
At the far corner of the tent, as far from the entry flap as she can get, she stands with her arms wrapped around herself, her mask dangling from her fingers.
We don't get to be upset. We all got jobs to do. But right now, she needs to to stand in the cold, breathing in the icy air.
[wildcard]
Beth's doing both triage and medical assistance, and she's gotten good at pushing down any squeamishness about barf or coughing stuff up. While she's not experienced enough to lead medical efforts, she's a good listener and a quick study. She makes a pretty useful orderly, though she'll insist on knowing the reasoning behind any direction that sounds to her like it might hurt a patient.
When things aren't at a fever pitch (ha. ha, ha.), she'll still mostly be in the tent, keeping the ill company as best she can. On breaks, she'll head over to other parts of the camp--the outsiders' tent, the mess tent, occasionally the bathing tent to throw water on her face--and outside the camp to check Daryl's traps. But most of the day, she sticks close to the sickbay. Everyone's survival depends on stopping this sickness.