Remedy

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There was a dull ache in Arthur's chest, the dull ache soon turned into a searing pain. It was a pain so great that he couldn't not writhe on whatever he was laying on and scream.

Hands clasped onto his arms and legs and when he opened his eyes there were vague shapes. The shapes had no definitive details. His blurry vision couldn't make out anything. It had been as if he'd repeatedly rubbed his eyes over and over again and his eyes now refused to focus.

However, managing to wriggle and look to the side his eyes did focus on some familiar forms. Things which were closer to him had more detail than things which were further away.

"Captain!" Arthur shouted, the man in question didn't move or even register his voice. Turning and looking to the other side he swiftly called for Percy, he was about to call out again when suddenly a cloth was placed over his nose and mouth.

The cloth was rough and it seemed to smother him, but it was more what the figures holding him had dabbed on the cloth which was pulling him into darkness. In little less than five minutes Arthur's muscles relaxed and he sunk into the uncomfortable surface he was laying on.

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It became increasingly obvious to Alice and to Margaret that Dorothy was more in her own world than in reality. The grief from the loss of her brother and from the Captain was obviously too much.

It was a shame, Margaret had pondered. Sure her and Dorothy hadn't got off to a good start, but over time the elder of the two watched as the young nurse hardened and acted precisely. She was a very good nurse, it was a shame to see everything go in the space of a day.

"I'm sorry, Nurse Blake," Harry said while he tightened his grip on her shoulder.

"Steady, Harry," Dorothy said quietly while helping him into the ambulance cart. Standing in there she helped the walking wounded in and sat them down. Jumping down she looked at Margaret.

There were more soldiers and medical services travelling over, and Margaret had ordered Dorothy to return with the current walking wounded.

It was an order made simply for the fact that Dorothy was not sleeping, was not eating and each time the ambulances were needed she'd spring into action. Alice was ordered to go too, mainly because she just wasn't strong enough to deal with everything here.

Much like Dorothy was currently grief stricken and being less help to anyone let alone herself, Alice was driving herself slowly insane from the amount of injuries she'd see on a day to day basis.

There were no words shared, no good byes just a simple nod and that was it. Jumping into the drivers seat Dorothy flicked the reins slowly and Orion sprung into life and trotted down the muddy roughly made path. Behind this ambulance Fletcher followed slowly.

Along with new soldiers and medical services appearing, there were also new mounts for the ambulances. Knowing that Orion and Fletcher were coming home with her filled Dorothy with a light happiness. She would kick and scream and make up such a fuss otherwise. She would rather stay and suffer alongside them then leave them knowing they'd die from being overworked or from illness.

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(Edited: 29/August/2019)