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- Story 1: First Aid
Leon examined the fine women before him, letting his eyes wonder up and down her beautiful figure. Long, flowing black hair. Hazel eyes that made even the toughest man melt, and a body that made Leon’s jaw drop. “So are we going to get down to business or what?” Asked Leon with a very sinister grin.
Cherry, Leon’s playmate, ran her fingers through Leon’s hair, smiling as she did so. “Now now, we don’t want to rush things do we?”
Leon, who sat on the edge of his bed, placed his hands on Cherry’s waist, pulling her closer. She giggled when he did this, and gently pulled away from his grasp. “Oh come on, why can’t we just do this already. Stop being such a tease,” pleaded the now desperate Leon.
“Can't I take my clothes off first?” Replied Cherry.
Leon’s face lit up like a light bulb at this remark, and he watched with anticipation as she began to take her top off. Slowly, she began to lift the bottom of her shirt, bringing it higher and higher until it was just beneath her breasts… And then she stopped. “What’s that noise Leon?”
“What? What noi-“
But then he heard it to, and it was steadily growing in volume. It was a noise he recognized, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. What could it be?
“Oh my god, make it stop Leon. Turn it off. You’re ruining the moment!”
Leon looked for the source of the sound, desperate to make it stop. He had worked so hard for this moment, he had worked so hard to get into Cherry’s pants, and now this stupid noise was ruining it. Now Cherry was screaming, her hands over her ears, trying to make the sound stop. Leon’s room started to spin, a blur of colors, the sound getting so loud Leon felt like his head was going to explode.
Then it all stopped.
“Awww damnit! Why does this always happen when it gets to the good part?!” Shouted Leon, slamming an angry hand down on his alarm clock. “Douche, what’s the schedule for today? Why have I been woken up so early on a Saturday?”
His house computer, Douche, appeared as a holographic image of an old man beside his bed. “Master Flast, it seems today you take your first Medical Course. I hope you have been studying.”
“Aw sith spit. I totally forgot about that Douche, thanks for reminding me,” said Leon as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Corellian Orange Juice, your daily vitamins, and some traditional pancakes. Does that sound good to you master?”
“Mmm, my favorite. Have it prepped by the time I’m out of the refresher unit.”
“Yes master,” replied Douche, his miniaturized figure disappearing into thin air.
Leon loved having a house computer. He didn’t have to worry about anything now. The house computer made sure his cleaning droids kept the house dirt free, and kept a weekly schedule of the upcoming events that Leon would need to attend. Only thing Leon had to worry about was getting to these places on time. Now standing in front of the Refresher Unit, Leon dialed a few buttons, opened the glass door, and stepped inside. A spray of warm water greeted Leon, instantly waking him up. There was nothing better then taking a warm shower at six in the morning.
Half an hour later, Leon found himself out the door, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. This was the last thing Leon wanted to do on a Saturday morning, especially after a night at the club. Luckily, he hadn’t consumed any kind of alcoholic beverages, so he didn’t have to worry about reporting to class hung over. That definitely would have sucked. Leon strode down the empty hallways of the VEA Base, thinking back to why in the first place he had decided to become a Medic.
------- A week before -------
“So Leon, I’ll be placing you in Iron Horse. You fine with that?” Asked Rogueboy.
“Sounds good to me. Anything I should know before joining this squad?”
“Hmmmm, not that I know of. One thing I’d like to point out is that they don’t have a Medic, and you don’t have a specialty.”
“Let me guess, you want me to become the squads medic?” Asked Leon, his mouth set in a grim line.
“Exactly. Boy are you the smart one. Are you fine with that?”
“Yeah whatever, I just want to get back into active duty.” Leon replied nonchalantly.
“Medic it is then. I guess I’ll be seeing you around Leon?” Rogueboy asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, we need to hit the club or something. Later Rogue.”
------- Present -------
That’s it, Rogueboy got me into this mess. Bastard. Up ahead was the medical section of the VEA, and Leon quickened his pace. Pulling out his rank cylinder, he inserted it into the key hole beside the Medical Bay door. A beep sounded out from an unknown source, and the door slid open. Ten minutes and a couple wrong turns later, Leon found himself inside his classroom. Aside from himself, there were a dozen other students, the teacher yet to be found. A couple of medical instruments lay here and there, some of which Leon had never seen before. The classroom was painted a dull white, and not a speck of dirt could be seen. It was very plain, just like everything else in the VEA. After all, it was a military base, not a vacation resort on Correlia.
Leon turned his attention to the sound of the classroom door opening, where a man that looked to be in his thirties casually made his way to the front of the class. Running a hand through his closely cropped brown hair and setting a stack of manila folders down on his desk, the man looked up to address the classroom. “Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Barrow, and I will be teaching you everything there is to know in the medical field. Let me take attendance, and I will begin our lesson shortly.”
Mr. Barrow was a handsome looking man for his age, and had a rugged complexion. His brown eyes scanned the Data Pad before him, looking at the list of names. A minute later, attendance had been taken and there wasn’t a single person missing. “The first part of today’s class will consist of a lecture, and you will learn the basics of First Aid. Once done with that, we will run a combat simulation where you’ll be presented with a medical problem that you must solve on the field. I suggest each and every one of you take notes. Anything missed out in class can get a squad mate killed in combat,” said Mr. Barrow, sounding quite weary.
At the mention of the deaths of squad mates, everyone pulled out their Data Pads. “Is everyone ready?” Mr. Barrow didn’t need an answer. “Good. The three P’s. Does anyone know what they are?” Finished Mr. Barrow, his eyebrows raised in mock curiosity. “No? I didn’t think so. The three P’s stand for: Preserve life – stop the person from dying. Prevent further injury – stop the person from being injured even more. Last but not least, to Promote recovery – try to help the person heal his injuries. Let’s go over it again, this time repeat what I say.”
The class continued, and Mr. Barrow presented everyday situations the three P’s would be used in. “You all must remember that the three P’s are a Medic’s motto. You must focus on making sure those three steps are followed when treating a patient. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mr. Barrow,” replied the class in unison.
“Good! Let’s move on. Next is the ABC’s. Anyone knows what the ABC’s are? Ah we have a contestant. You there in the back,” shouted Mr. Barrow excitedly.
Leon turned to look at the person who had volunteered to answer the question. A rather bulky looking guy with a crew cut. In Leon’s opinion, the trooper didn’t look like he could solve a basic math problem, but when he spoke, this all changed. “The ABC’s in the Medical world stand for: Airway, Breathing, and circulation. These are the three standard steps you are supposed to follow when administering CPR.”
“Very good Private, you’re not as dumb as you look,” said Mr. Barrow jokingly.
Mr. Barrow then explained how to administer CPR, which after a couple of examples, didn’t seem so hard at all. First you had to make sure whether or not the patient was conscious. If the patient is unconscious, then you must follow these three simple steps to see if the patient is breathing: Look, listen, and feel. If the patient is not breathing, then you must check for an obstruction. Leon learned that the most common obstruction was the tongue. In order to get the tongue out of the way, you had to place your hand on his or her forehead, and your other hand on the tip of his or her chin. You would then gently tilt the patients head backward. This would cause the tongue to shift away from the back of the throat, opening the airway. If the patient is still not breathing, then its time to assist him or her. Keep the head tilted backwards, pinch the persons nose, and breathe into the patients mouth two times. As you assist the person, it is important to keep an eye on the person’s chest. After each breath, look for any sign of the victim being able to breathe on their own.
After those two breaths, check the patients Cartoid Artery for a pulse. If there is no pulse, then you must begin chest compressions. This consisted of thirty compressions, and you always had to remember to use two hands and two inches per compression. Finish the cycle by giving the patient two breaths, and repeat this until (In Leon’s case) you can report the trooper to a med-evac unit or until the person regains consciousness. If the patient’s heart begins to beat, but is still not breathing, administer rescue breaths. One rescue breath every five seconds until the patient can breathe on his/her own or until help arrives.
After the long lecture on CPR, the class learned everything there Medical Packs carried. Things ranging from sedatives that could seal wounds, to slings that could easily be placed on a patient. Aside from those basic things, they learned what some of those items could do, and Leon had to admit, some of it was pretty cool. “Well class, are you all ready for the simulator exercise?” Asked Mr. Barrow.
He didn’t need an answer, and quickly led the class to the simulator room which was a couple of doors down. Once assigned, every trooper headed to their designated simulation pod. Leon’s was at the far back of the classroom, and once outside it, he pressed a green button that opened the simulator pods door. He stepped into the cylindrical pod, and the door automatically shut, leaving Leon in the dark. A mechanical whir sounded from above, and a comfortable bucket shaped helmet fell over his head. Leon braced himself for what was going to come next, knowing that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be nice.
He was right.
The pitch black of the simulator pod was no more, and he now found himself in the middle of a war torn city. The streets were filled with craters the size of small houses, and the tall buildings looked as if they’d topple over at any moment. More horrifying then anything, Leon could see blood stains mixed in with the blackened walls and streets. Unfortunately, this was one of the many things that a soldier had to deal with, and it was nothing new to Leon.
PheumLeon dropped to the ground, blaster bolts flying over where his head had just been. He quickly ran towards the nearest source of cover which was a pile of debris and threw himself behind it. Believe it or not, Leon missed the sound of blaster bolts whizzing past his head. It got his adrenaline pumping, even if this was just a simulation. Trying to get his bearings, Leon looked around for his squad, he was pretty sure thats where the problem would occur.
“Medic! We need a Medic now!” Screamed an unknown voice.
Leon quickly located the trooper that was calling for help, and found him on the opposite side of the street, inside one of the buildings. Peering over the pile of debris he had taken cover behind, Leon made sure the coast was clear. He then made a mad dash over to the other building, E-11 in hand. A couple of pot shots were taken at him, but none were even close to hitting him and he safely made it inside the crumbling building. “What’s the problem here?” Shouted Leon over the artillery fire.
“We got a man down, he took a shot to the stomach and he’s bleeding profusely. C’mon, he’s over here!”
The trooper led him deeper into the building, and Leon soon found his objective. The patient was bleeding badly, and if it wasn’t stopped, he’d surely die of blood loss. Leon rushed over to the injured trooper, taking note that he had already been stripped of his chest plating which would definitely make things easier. Leon dropped to his knees and unclipped the Med-pack that was strapped around his waist. “How long has he been bleeding for?” Leon asked as he pulled out the required contents to heal the soldier.
“I’d say about three minutes, he looks pretty bad.” Replied the trooper, worry written all over his dirt covered face.
“Don’t worry; he won’t be in to much trouble. I’ll have him patched up in no time.” Leon said with reassurance. This was in fact an easy job to do. He quickly slipped on some blue latex gloves, and pulled out a swab and a clear cylindrical tube that held a blue substance in it. Opening the tube up, he soaked the swab with the blue disinfectant. With shaky hands, Leon cleaned the wound, the patient responding with agonizing screams. As fast he had put the swab down, he pulled out another cylindrical tube, this one holding a green liquid in it. “Someone hold him down, this is going to hurt a little bit.” Immediately three troopers jumped on top of the patient, pinning his extremities down. Leon poured the substance onto the wound, and the trooper screamed even louder this time, giving the medic in training goose bumps. Leon watched as the sealing sedative did its work, turning into a rubbery substance that completely closed the wound. A couple of minutes later Leon had the patient fit with an IV and gave him a dose of morphine. “He’s not fit for battle right now, and that seal can break with even the tiniest of movements. Try and get him out of here as fast as you can. Luckily no major arteries were severed, but if they had, I’m pretty sure he would have died. Good luck.”
As if just on cue, the world around him turned black and he found himself back in the simulator pod. The door automatically opened and he stepped out, looking for Mr. Barrow. He caught him at the front of the classroom, talking with another student. “Excuse me, sir. I’ve finished my assignment. Have I passed?”
“Hmm, let me see,” Mr. Barrow said aloud to himself as he pulled out his Data Pad. “What’s your name?”
“Leon Flast, sir.” Replied Leon in the most authoritative voice he could summon.
“Leon Flast… Leon Flast… Le- Ah here we are. Yes you have. Are there any questions you’d like to ask Sergeant?”
“No sir. Permission to leave the premises?”
“Permission granted. Have a nice day.”
