End Of An Era

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Lies and Schemes

December 29th, 2023, Champagné, France, 09:02 Hours.

(Ashley's POV)

Fighter: "AGHH! IT HURTS!" The Saint-Bernard anthro thrashed on the table violently and knocked over a medical tray making a loud bang in the room.

Nurse: "Get the gas!" She shouted across the room before looking over at me, "Hold him down with me he will bleed out if he keeps this up!"

We both grabbed on the Canine anthro as he continued to struggle with his blood turning my fur red.

Fighter: "Please! I can't die in pain please help!" He shouted and was straining his voice with the shouting.

"Where is the tank!" I shouted and saw another one of the doctors wheel in a blue colored tank with a muzzle for canines.

The human nurse let go and I took over holding him down, he suddenly latched onto my arm.

Fighter: "Don't let me die, don't let me die, I can't die yet!" The nurse reached between my arms and pressed the mask against his mouth.

He kept repeating his cries but slowly let go of me and went to sleep.

The nurse sighed audibly and quickly packed the wounds on his chest of the now sleeping patient.

Nurse: "That was the worst one I have seen." She states quietly, "Ashley right?"

I nod and assist her with treating the wounds.

"Yeah." I said after I noticed she looked up at me to confirm.

Liz: "Folks around here call me Liz." She holds her hand over the table, "Suture's."

I hand over the needle already threaded and ready to go, and another nurse comes to my side and hooks up an IV with a blood bag.

I take action and set up the blood bag and check it for air bubbles just in case before injecting the patient.

Liz: "You and your friends have been here for two whole days now, how are you adjusting?" Oddly her accent sounds American.

I shrug as I clean parts of the table and ready more bandages to cover up his waist.

"A bit nervous still but this kind of stuff is what I trained for." I state.

Liz: "Same, always nervous here but it is a duty that is needed." She finishes her stitches shortly after, "Hopefully he doesn't wake up again, most of these guys are in so much shock when they get here and still think they're being shot at."

"You know I'm no surgeon, right? Others could be more beneficial here." I state to her realizing the influx of injured here.

Liz looks up at me.

Liz: "You don't argue like the local doctors here, plus it's nice to speak with someone from the States again." She mentions back home, "I was providing humanitarian aid abroad before France fully collapsed and found myself mixed in with refugee groups that never found a way out." She pauses and begins to help me wrap bandages on the anthro, "We found safety with the resistance and continue to help them since it matters here the most."