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An unfair world: PART 1 - Peterick

Patrick's POV.
I didn't want to be here. I mean, I did, just not in this particular department. I wanted to be out there. Out there where the real fighting was happening, where I would actually feel like I was doing something. But that's not how the world works, and maybe there's a reason I'm currently in a warm tent full of bloody patients in the year 1941. The one thing I have in common with those out there on the grounds and the doctors and nurses in here is we have 1 common enemy: Nazis. So in the end, I still got what I wanted, the chance to help, that doesn't mean that I still don't wish to be out there though.

   Anyway, about in here. Not too interesting, unless dying, wounded soldiers and hot female nurses is completely intriguing. Other than that, not much is different. I get the same thing, someone is hurt, need to help them. And usually with the common same outcome, they die. I've learned to get used to it overtime, I think it's just made me somewhat numb. I hate feeling like it's my fault and there's just a lot of guilt with this job. At least I'm helping. On a happier note, sometimes I get good patients. Ones that don't complain about me not being one of the girl nurses or make fun of me or anything along those lines. Like today, I had an odd interaction...

I washed my hands in one of the buckets near my operating cot, scrubbing of blood from previous patients. I was just happy I could take a break from everything for a moment, seeing that all the wounded soldiers were currently being taken care of. I headed over to the cot and sat on it, breathing in and letting out a sigh. I was tired and I could feel it as my eyes dropped slightly, the downside is that it's only midday. I sighed once more and stood myself up, figuring I should probably help some of the nurses. Sometimes I would wonder if anyone thought it was weird that I was one of the only male doctors here. I mean, maybe i looked perverted, but I know damn well I haven't done anything with any of the woman here. As soon as I began walking I was called back to my area, in the 2 seconds I had been gone a patient had arrived. I scanned the soldier, he didn't look too injured to me. Still, I layed him down, examining the wound. "Why are you in here?"
He just simply looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, he couldn't be too much older, he looked young. "Because I'm hurt, are you blind?" The man replied back to me. I wasn't prepared for that, "Well this seems like a petty reason to be in here, wasting my time. It's just a bullet graze, you could fix this yourself." He just squinted his eyes at me, "Well you didn't seem to occupied to me, plus, i don't think the general would be to happy if I told him you were denying patients because you're just stubborn." He got me there, and honestly, I don't know why I was being a dick to him, so I treated his stupid wound. As I went, i also realized he was pretty nice, or at least nicer than a lot of the people I deal with. Once I finished I felt sad he had to leave, but he kept up talking to me. "Hey, i never caught your name?" He went to shake my hand, I declined, showing him the blood on the glove I wore. "Patrick, and you?" He smiled at me, it was genuine, "Peter Luis Kingston Wentz the third, but call me Pete, considering you saved my life." I just chuckled, "That's a bit over the top don't you think? It was like putting on a band aid." Pete laughed again, it made me happy to know he was ok and wasn't... dead like so many others. "Well, you still helped me, I owe you one. You free tonight? It's an off day for me," he continued, his eyes meeting with mine once more. He carried on, " I mean, if it's not weird or anything, I know we just met but you seem like an adequate fella." I found his description rather funny personally, " I mean, why not, I won't have much better to do tonight. I'm just going to let you know I'm not that interesting though." Pete slinged his arm around my shoulder, "I don't think so, plus, maybe I can get you a girl while we're at it." Pete winked at me, i just rolled my eyes. He didn't know me well enough to know I didn't do that. I don't really date or hook up. It doesn't come easy to me. "That's not gonna happen, but I'll still join you. 7 o clock?" He nodded at me and went in for one last side hug. Then he ran off, and as soon as he was gone the next patient came in. I honestly felt kind of sad, I missed Pete, I had a friend now. Kinda sad right?