Aftermath (𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚍)

The Doctor

Paul's pov

(This chapter is super long, I apologize)

Paul keeps a nervous eye on Tord as Patryck talks to the person on the phone. Hopefully the army's best doctor would be enough to keep Tord alive, but Paul's hope shrank with each passing minute as he watched Tord in the condition he was in.

They were lucky though, at least for now. Paul had a bit of medical knowledge from the past and was able to keep Tord.. alive. His fever had seemed to be worse this morning, which was disheartening. A real doctor would be able to do a much better job than him.

Patryck gets off the phone and speaks to Paul in a low tone so he doesn't wake Tord.

"They'll be here in an hour; I managed to get Dr V. to come."

Paul nods thoughtfully, glad one of the best doctors on the force was coming to help Tord recover. In the meantime while they wait, Patryck turns on some music and pulls out a deck of cards.

For the next hour while they wait for Dr V. to show up, Paul and Patryck play cards quietly, being sure not to wake Tord up and ruin their whole plan.

After a few games, Paul winning all of them, they hear a knock at the door.

"I'll get it"

Patryck nods and cleans up their game as Paul walks over and opens the door. He nods at the doctor as they smile and wave at him.

"Hello there, Paul. I'm Dr. V. here for Red Leader, is that him over there?"

"Yes, that's him."

Paul watches as the doctor walks over and looks at Tord. Dr. V. Takes off Tord's sweater and cuts off his shirt before they continue working. They take blood samples and do things like check his temperature and inspect his wounds. Paul tenses as the doctor's face becomes more and more worried.

"Are you sure you can't take him back to the base-?"

"No, he strictly said we couldn't."

Dr V. winces as Patryck tells him this, but continues speaking.

"Well, he'll live. A lot of that is thanks to your efforts. I don't think he'll get a blood infection, but I'll give you all a liquid solution to prevent it as a precaution. Unfortunately you can't save his arm.."

Paul looks away awkwardly, annoyed that he was right about that. The Doctor ties a tourniquet around his shoulder and continues speaking.

"We'll have to amputate it. I can come back in a few hours with the right equipment for the job, I'll need you to keep him rested like this. He has a fever from not having enough body warmth, so make sure he's comfortable and is eating and getting liquids. Unfortunately there isn't much I can do at the moment until I have my things, but here."

They hand Paul a bottle of sterilizer and some iodine. He nods and pockets them for when they leave.

"I'll be back around lunch time. Stay safe, and hail Red Leader."

Both Paul and Patryck thank them as they leave and sit down to talk things over, Paul sitting down next to Tord in case he wakes up.

"How do you think Red will take this?"