Tʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ɪɴꜰɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ ɪs ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘ sʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs sᴛᴏᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴜᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ sᴜᴘᴘʟɪᴇs. Mᴇᴅɪᴄs ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ.
Ever since the Drop-ship crashed into the surface of the newly reclaimed Earth, Isaac Finley and the other medics found their time overburdened with all manner of illness and injury. The tall, pale haired medic drifted between different beds inside the lowly lit infirmary as he watched over his charges. While the day had been a relatively slow one. Isa still found himself exhausted, and it showed on the poor man’s face as much as he tried to hide it. Isa took his work seriously, having been training for this moment for what seemed like his whole life, and the lives of his family. He was fiercely under the impression that for something to be done right, you have to do it yourself. Not that he didn’t trust the other medics, but he often has a problem delegating jobs to others. Having just finished checking in on a patient with an apparent case of food poisoning, Isa took a moment to breath. Rubbing a hand over his face, he pulled a light bit of color back into his skin. Dressed in a dark set of clothing, with an ISC Medic patch sewn onto his left shoulder, caused the pallor of his skin to stand out even more, Isa couldn’t remember the last time he left the Infirmary for any significant time since the crash. There was always something to do inside the small makeshift infirmary, from treating major trauma to simple cuts. He would often pull scouts away from their routes to help him gather different wild herbs that the botanists found to have medicinal uses, since he, nor his medics, had the time. Deciding that the infirmary seemed under control for a few moments, Isa walked over to the stock shelves and started taking inventory of the wide assortment of different herbs and medicines lining the walls. Keeping a current and running stock of the different medications allowed Isa to know what the small base camp had and what they needed. It would do no good for anyone if the med bay didn't have any medicine. Graced with height from his father, Isa started from the top shelves and moved clockwise. Muttering softly to himself as he worked, Isa found a peacefulness in the activity. He hadn’t realised the stress that he was holding in his body until a few moments into his work as his taut shoulder muscles relaxed. As the minutes passed, he grabbed a well worn notebook from a table and flipped to the next clean page inside. Writing in his long, scratchy handwriting, Isa noted the count of the various jars and bottles when something caught his eyes. They narrowed in confusion as he compared yesterday's count with today's. It seemed a few things were missing, including a jar of Woodbine Oil, known for its horrific smell and antihistamine properties. It proved to be quite useful. Turning around, Isa made to check his count again when something else caught his eye, or his nose rather.Trained to recognize subtle differences between plants and herbs, explicitly medical ones, to prevent using a harmful / poisonous one over its mundane counterpart, Isa noticed the slightly burning and minty smell of the Woodbine in question. Thinking himself hallucinating, Isa shook his head softly, muttering to himself that he needed more sleep. However, just as he was about to brush off the missing jar as mistake, Isa heard a sound he was all too accustomed too. A hiss of pain. Following the sound to the back corner of the Med Bay, Isa’s mind was running through all kinds of crazy ideas. The first most being that there must be some kind of mass serial killer hiding in his med bay and stealing medicines. Clearly Isa had watched too many horror films back on the ISC, a fact he was much regretting in this moment. Filling his chest with a large breath of air to steal his nerves, Isa pulled back the curtains that separated the last bed in the row to reveal whatever was behind it. Shocked that source of the noise was not a murderer, but rather his good friend Katie. Isa found a large grin filling his face as he shook his head in equal parts amusement and disappointment.“Do I even want to know?” Isa questioned the girl, unable to stop his eyes from drifting from the jar she held in her hand to the large red patch on her leg. His medically trained eyes sizing up the injury in a few quick moments, at least there was no blood this time. Assured his friend wasn’t in any serious harm, his eyes drifted back up to hers, eyebrows raised as he waited for whatever story she was about to spout, amused.
(( I think so, lol. Although it's gonna Isa awhile to realize it))Pulling the curtain back into place to hide the pair’s presence, Isa walked over to the bed that Katie was currently sat upon, and lowered his tall frame to sit next to her. This close to her caused his nose to wrinkle softly as the harsh scent of Woodbine filled the air, he was quiet as she spoke him, eyes more forced on her injury for the moment. When she mentioned the stinging nettle, Isa huffed softly in amusement “So,...I leave you alone for a few hours and you attack a nettle bush?” Isa questioned, knowing his protective side was showing. He watched the way she was rubbing in the oil into her skin before shaking his head. “Wait...” He spoke, gently pulling the jar out of her hands, taking the time to turn her hands around slightly in his, checking if the nettle had spread to her hands, falling into his teacher mode after a moment. “Next time, place an ice pack down first to numb the skin and pain...” Isa lectured, dipping his own fingers into oil. “Then dap the oil on, not rub. Otherwise you're just spreading the pain” he spoke, demonstrating on a few patches the girl had missed, making quick work of the practiced to perfection action. He stood then, walking over to a supply cart and grabbing a clean rag, cleaning the excess oil off his hands and then handing it over to Katie. “How does it feel?” he questioned a moment later, a hint of worry dropping into his voice.It was strange, while Isa always cared for his patients, Katie and her brother pulled out an extra sense of protectiveness in him. He attributed it to the night they got injured back on ISC ship, they were the first major surgery he helped with since getting his medic placement a few years before. There was a moment there where he was unsure if the girl would walk again, the bone had been so badly damaged. Trained to notice subtle changes in emotion on a person’s face, Isa found his head tilting to the side when he saw Katie staring at the scar on her ankle. He wasn’t sure how much she remembered from that night, but it was clear to him that the imperfection on her skin still haunted her. “It's only a scar, Katie” he spoke quietly, hoping to break her trance, picking the jar up and returning it to its place upon the shelf. He also took the time to fix the number of jars in his book before returning to her side. He regarded her for a moment as she seemed to be staring at him, he looked back in confusion, eyebrow knitting together as he watched a plan form in her mind. Just then she began questioning him about his last break. Honestly he couldn't remember, a few days at least, there was just too much work to be done, he held lives in his hands much more than any of the others did. He thought Katie would understand his work ethic when she was just as committed to scouting as he was to his med bay. “Um...what day is it again?” he questioned, brushing her question about his last break off with a light bit of humor. He turned his eyes to the ground, bashful, and not wanting to make a bigger deal of the issue as he told the small lie.But of course, he could never hide his exhaustion as well as he thought he could, especially not from Katie. She had no hesitations in calling him out on it. His eyes flashed back to hers when she asked him to take a break, a million excuses and reasons why he couldn’t filling the back of his tongue. However, his companion chose that moment to foolishly try standing. The hiss of pain from her almost made his heart stop. Instantly he was at her side, his hand going under her arm, the side of his body pressing against hers as he helped to keep weight off her bad leg. “Easy girl,...you’re lucky I don’t handcuff you to that bed” he mumbled as she got her feet back under herself for the moment. If Isa could lock up every person of Legacy so they wouldn’t get hurt, he would, and Kate and Tyrus were no exception. satisfied she wasn’t going to fall flat on her face, Isa released her, but stayed close to her side. “Katie…, you know I can’t” he softly whined in reluctance after she asked him to leave with her. A war broke out in Isa mind between wanting to listen her and staying in case something happened. His blue eyes flickered from her face and the rest of the infirmary, taking in the large number of empty beds. Knowing how quickly a calm could turn, especially on the drop ship. He shifted his weight between his feet unable to decide when Katie’s soft request pulled his attention back towards her. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, Isa nodded his head slightly in defeat. “....Fine” he grumbled out like a child before taking her offered hand. “But you own me!” he shot back in compromise, “The next time I say you need rest, you have to listen”.
((Aww I can totally see other people in the camp taking bets on how long it's gonna take them to realize it lol. I'm gonna make us a clearing thread since we are leaving the med bay, if you wanna post there next? ))Isaac found himself regretting the deal the moment his acceptance left his lips, and his companion started pulling him towards the exit of the med bay in a surprising show of strength. He had only gone a few meters when he stopped walking altogether, his arm still outstretched and holding on to Katie’s. Another medic working quietly caught his gaze and made Isa walk over to them. He spoke with them for a few moments, going over a few tasks that still needed to be done and advising them on how best to begin. Isa and Katie made quite a sight, they were like dogs fighting over a rope, both pulling in opposite directions.Once Isa felt more comfortable that his med bay wasn’t going to explode in the near future, he followed the girl once again. Although he did make another stop to grab a field medic bag, filled with basic first aid supplies Isa often gave to people leaving camp, on his way out, still unable to leave his work fully behind. When the girl had laughed at him a few moments later, Isa couldn't help smiling as well as he rolled his eyes at the girl’s ‘innocent’ attitude. ” Deal ” Isa confirmed, knowing that even if he didn’t, the grip on his hand wasn’t going to lessen anytime soon. Following like a good little duckling, Isa stepped outside the Drop Ship for the first time in quite a while. His blue tinted eyes blinked harshly against the light as he was blinded for a moment, his eyes having adjusted to the dim infirmary light for too long now. However, the blindness worked in Katie’s favor since it forced Isa to follow her without any gripes about being too far from camp. It wasn’t that Isa didn’t like the outdoors, it was quite the opposite really, he just didn't have the time to enjoy it. When Legacy had first crashed, Isa had found himself marveling at the vast openness the earth possessed, and the shear space to move. Something that the ISC Ship clearly lacked. Sometimes Isa even found himself regretting taking the Medic placement when he was younger, not truly realising the beauty the Earth could possess while in its orbit, and his longing to immerse himself into it. The stories never did it justice. But then he would see one of his old patients laughing or working after a long stay in the Infirmary and Isa realised that those were the moments he truly lived for. Being able to rip someone away from the edge of death, and return them to their family. Eventually his eyes adjusted again to the light and he found himself watching Katie limp as much as she tried to hide it from him. Isa hummed in displeasure “You look like a baby deer, Kat. Are you sure that was nettle you ran into?” He questioned, never able to turn off his medic side of his brain. He found himself staying closer to her side in case the girl fell. Once away from the camp though, Isa found himself being able to breath deeper. He chuckled slightly when Katie dropped his hand once the pair had made it out into the wilds but still stayed close to him, he knew if he tried to retreat now, he wasn’t going to get far under Katie’s watchful eye. Although he did appreciate that the small clearing they stopped in was still within earshot of base camp, in case something did happen. Standing in the woods, Isa was quite for a moment, eyes scanning the area around them before he closed them, face turning up towards the warmth of the sun. It was true, he was too pale, dark purple marks filled the area beneath his eyes, told the tale of many sleepless nights and his light dusting of freckles stood out harsly again his cheeks. Katie’s voice pulled him back after a moment, his eyes glancing towards her as he nodded his head at her request. While the peacefulness of the woods was nice, Isa could already feel an unmistakable twitch in his body with the need to be doing something. His mind couldn’t function with idle hands. “Only you could come out worst in a fight with a plant” Isa joked, taking another glance at the girl’s injury, ensuring that it hadn’t worsened during the walk. Finding a clear spot, Isa lowered himself to the ground and patted the space next to him for Katie. Again he was quiet, a soft tilt to his head as he thought about an area to being with his teaching. He decided on a rather topical subject. “Let's start with wild plants..” Isa begin with a knowing smirk and glance towards her “Most plants can harm you in one of two ways. Either by skin irritation, like the nettle, or by lacerating the skin, like with a thorn bush.” Isa spoke gently, falling easily into his teaching role. The easy nature of the information rolled off his tongue, reciting years of training into the basics. This was stuff that had been ingrained into his mind back on the ISC, and trained into second nature for Isa. Even moments of hesitation while treating someone could have devastating effects. Isa could still remember the endless testing he had to go through to secure the Head Medic position.Failure always haunted him. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there just speaking but slowly Isa found himself at ease with his surroundings. He was able to trick his brain into taking a break by justifying it to just be another teaching session with Katie. “Stinging nettle has tiny little hairs that cling to anything it touches, basically causing the skin to blister and a rash to form” Isa continued, although he stopped after another few minutes sheepishly. ”I bet you regret dragging me off for a break now, huh? I know this isn’t the most exciting stuff in the world” Isa confessed. Knowing that for the first time in 300 years, humans were walking the earth again and he was all too content to stay in his little med bay. He knew he should be more excited about being chosen for the Drop Ship, since countless others had been born and had died to bring him here to this moment, but something was still holding him back. The ISC had done too well in his training, he was all too willing to sacrifice his life on the ground to ensure that the others got to live there’s.
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