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Medic Spec Story One - First Aid

Kanderin yawned to himself, throwing his arms high above his head. It had been a while since he had back at the training academy, and for some reason it still made him sleepy. Looking around, it appeared that he was the first person to of arrived. The bench he was sat on was empty, and to either side of the long room he was sat in, followed suit. Eventually, however, footsteps were heard patting the ground from his right.

A man, in a long flowing white coat and half moon spectacles smiled at Kanderin as he emerged. Two pens were just visible over his top pocket, and there was a clipboard balanced in his fingers. If there was ever a visual representation of a doctor, this was it.

“Morning Mr” The man spoke, looking down at his clipboard and back up “Kanderin Draken, is it?”

“Yeah, that’s me” Kanderin nodded “Where’s everyone else?”

“Did no-one tell you this was an individual exercise?”

“No one really tells me anything anymore…”

The man chuckled and made his way over to one of the walls opposite Kanderin, pressing a button the wall slid away, revealing a vast control panel. He placed his clipboard on a desk beside him, and began tapping at keys frantically.

“Now then” The man started “This will be your final assignment on the basics of First Aid you should have familiarised yourself with by now. You’ll head through the door to my left soon, and head into the first simulation. There will be some sort of accident or problem, and it is up to you to provide enough treatment to ensure the individuals survival until the point where emergency services can take over. I have to warn you, if you carry out any action that could worsen the patient’s condition, you will fail immediately. Got all that?”

Kanderin nodded, so the man pointed over to the door. Kanderin acknowledged the order and walked over to it. He found himself staring all along the edges of the door, hoping to get a glimpse of what was behind it. No luck unfortunately, it was sealed shut.

“Alright, good luck Mr Draken”

The door slid open, and Kanderin jumped inside. There was the slight motion blur or the simulation kicking in, and suddenly he was in a room. The room was painted brown, but the kind of brown that looked like the room a president would call home. A large bay window illuminated most of the expensive looking carpet.

“Please!” Kanderin heard a cry from the corner of the room, and looked over. There was a small boy crouching over the figure of a woman, lying face up on the ground.  “It’s my mom, she’s not breathing!”

Kanderin gulped and jogged over, crouching alongside the woman’s head. He tapped the woman firmly on her shoulders.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

There was no response, so Kanderin placed one hand on her forehead, and a second on her chin. Tilting her head slowly backwards, he used his other hand to hold her jaw, opening her mouth. He knew his first priority would be to assure the woman could breathe. So he was quickly carrying out the checks.

‘A,B,C’ He thought

“What’s your name?” Kanderin asked the boy, looking carefully down her throat to be sure her airway was clear.

“C…Colin. Is my mom going to be okay?” The boy sobbed back.

“She’ll be fine, I’m looking after her” Kanderin replied, smiling calmly at the boy. “But I need you to tell me exactly what happened”

“She was on the desk, painting the ceiling, and….and…. She just fell, and when I got to her she was like this”

Kanderin looked down to the woman’s chest. There was no movement. Next he placed his head close to her mouth, listening for her breaths or the feel of exhaled air hitting his face. Yet again there was no sign, the woman definitely wasn’t breathing. He took out his phone from his pocket and held it out for the boy to take it.

“Can you ring an ambulance for me? Tell them where we are, what happened and that she‘s not breathing, but a First-Aider carrying out resuscitation”

“O…Okay”

“Good man” Kanderin smiled.

He shuffled down further to the woman’s stomach area, placing both hands on the centre of her chest, pushing in sharply with the heel of his hand. He counted in his head slowly, checking regularly for any sign of breathing. He knew when he reached thirty compressions, if there was still no response he would have to attempt mouth to mouth. He would have to hold the woman’s nose, and blow steadily into her mouth. At sixteen compressions however, a gasp of breath escaped her mouth, so Kanderin stopped the treatment and carried out the look, listen, feel drill again. This time it was clear she was breathing. As soon as the woman opened her eyes, the room spun again and Kanderin found himself again in an unfamiliar place.

This time, he was in the open air. Just ahead of him, was some sort of Army Barracks. There were soldiers marching around it, weapons resting casually over their shoulders. There didn’t seem to be any danger this time, maybe he had failed and this was the debriefing?

All of that idea was quickly erased however, when a blast of air blew him off his feet. He crashed against a tree, his spine arching as it bent across it.

“Ow….” Kanderin stuttered, pushing himself back to his feet and stroking his back.

Looking down on the Barracks, its distinguishable features had all but disappeared. The roof had gone, and most of the walls. The insides were now smouldering with fire. There had been some sort of explosion, and Kanderin could see people needed his help. Before he could descend on the men however, he had to make sure there was no further risk to his own health. Making himself a casualty wouldn’t solve anything. He pulled his binoculars from a pocket on his trousers, and focused on the inside of the barracks. His first assumption was some sort of bomb, but the gas tank leaking gas into the barracks seemed the main course. He could see, just outside of where the pipe entered the barracks, there was a split. The gas had probably been ignited by something inside the Barracks. He needed to turn off the gas before he helped the people. Prevent further danger, one of the three P’s.

Pulling a Handkerchief from his pocket, he used it to cover his mouth and nose, and ran down around the back of the barracks to the large gas tank. He stood back from it, looking around for the tap to turn off the gas. He found it around the back, and quickly ran over to switch it off. The hiss of the gas stopped.

Now going around the front of the barracks, he scoured the scene for wounded. He found three men around the front, by the door. One was leaning against some of the wreckage, holding his leg which was bleeding, some sort of splinter  stuck in it. That was good, at least the man was conscious. The second man was sobbing quietly, holding his arm which was dangling limp, apparently broken. Again, he should be his first priority. The last man however worried him, lying face down but not moving.

He immediately ran over to that man, tapping him on the shoulder and talking to him. To his relief, the man spoke. He rolled over onto his back, revealing a quite bad looking burn on his stomach. Kanderin immediately reached for his phone again, which luckily had been placed back in the right pocket after the last simulation. He called another ambulance, quickly giving details on the three patients and their location, which he luckily managed to find on a sign blown free from the barracks.

After the call, he gave the man with the burn a bottle of water he had in his pack, instructing him to pour it gently on the burn, assuring him it would help the pain. He then went over to the man with the injured leg, who was trying to pull the splinter loose.

“I don’t recommend you do that, it’ll make it worse” Kanderin called, sitting next to the man.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do idiot” The man spat.

“We’ll take you in and remove it safely, just right now I’m going to try and stop the bleeding, okay?”

The man nodded, and pushed his leg slowly towards Kanderin. Kand took his bag off of his back and placed it carefully under the mans leg, trying to ease the flow of blood to the wound. He then carefully placed both hands either side of the wound, and pushed the flesh gently as closely back together as it would go. The man screamed in pain.

“I know it hurts and I’m sorry, but it’ll help I promise” Kanderin soothed

“It better” The man responded

“Look, my name’s Kanderin Draken, I’m a first Aider, if it doesn’t help you can hunt me down and kill me, okay?” Kanderin smiled, patting the man on the shoulder and jogging over to the final man.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Kanderin asked.

“My arm” The man replied “It really hurts, I think it’s broken…”

“Ouch, but at least you’re still alive right?”

“Yeah, I guess”

“Stop being so damn fussy” Kanderin smiled “So where does it hurt?”

The man pointed to his lower arm, just lower than his elbow. Kanderin nodded, and pulled his belt loose from his trousers, looping it around the mans back and carefully under his arm, locking it and creating a makeshift sling.

“Just keep that as it and you’ll be fine, help’s on its way” Kanderin again patted this man on the shoulder, before heading back to the burn victim.

“Has the burning stopped?” He asked.

“Yeah…it doesn’t hurt as much, Thanks” The man responded.

“You guys are all really lucky it wasn’t worse. Now let me see that wound and I’ll patch you up”

The man again leaned over, and Kanderin opened up his first Aid kit, pulling out a large vial of antiseptic lotion, and pouring it slowly onto the mans wound, just to remove any chance of infection. After that he pulled out a roll of non-stick film, covering the wound with it and using bandages to hold it in place, wrapping them fully around the mans chest area.

Again, the area faded out of view and Kanderin found himself in darkness. This time however, he found himself staring once again at the door he had first came through.

“Did I pass?” Kanderin asked before he had two feet through the door.

“Well, you’ll find out soon enough” The old man replied “Good work though”

Passed - Rogueboy