IC-GOLD-The Wounded(all other male characters)
Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 4:12 am
Z-Day + 1 - 7:00 AM Mountain Time - Warren Air Force Base, west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
In the men's ward-
Captain Nils Johansen rested in a bed in the men's ward at the Francis E. Warren Hospital. He and the other men here had been medically cleared to leave quarantine and transferred to the main hospital this morning. Though he was the doctor in charge, he was also a patient, as he had been shot in the leg yesterday and still had much recovery ahead of him. Keith Deeds was in the next bed, still healing from the head wound he had received the other day when he had walked past the quarantine clinic's main entrance and been mistaken for a zombie. In the next bed over, Staff Sergeant Derek Morrison lay. The helicopter crewman had been critically injured in a chopper crash last night, and he was very lucky to still be alive.
In a pair of beds on the opposite side of the aisle, Senior Airman Roger Coltrane and Senior Airman Tom Wu reclined. Though they had not been injured physically, their minds had been severely damaged. Coltrane wore a tinfoil hat that he had crafted himself, which he said would keep the aliens from controlling his mind. He kept going on about them. Wu just shook in fear, paralyzed by a terror that rendered him uselss for duty.
Duncan Jergens, the civilian doctor who had arrived last night in the company of Joey Milano, was working here as well. He and Joey had both been shot the night before, but they had recovered enough to be assigned duties. Joey and his enforcer Alfredo Bocelli, along with Hector Salazar, had been given combat postings elsewhere, while accountant Harvey Bennish had been sent to operations.
Robert was helping out in the hospital too, doing whatever tasks needed doing. Billy Roberts was here as well, trying to calm down Tom Wu.
Lt. Oscar Gomez, the nurse from the quarantine clinic, was working here also. He walked down the aisle and over to the beds where Nils, Keith, and Derek lay. "How are you doing, sirs? Anyone need anything?"
In the men's ward-
Captain Nils Johansen rested in a bed in the men's ward at the Francis E. Warren Hospital. He and the other men here had been medically cleared to leave quarantine and transferred to the main hospital this morning. Though he was the doctor in charge, he was also a patient, as he had been shot in the leg yesterday and still had much recovery ahead of him. Keith Deeds was in the next bed, still healing from the head wound he had received the other day when he had walked past the quarantine clinic's main entrance and been mistaken for a zombie. In the next bed over, Staff Sergeant Derek Morrison lay. The helicopter crewman had been critically injured in a chopper crash last night, and he was very lucky to still be alive.
In a pair of beds on the opposite side of the aisle, Senior Airman Roger Coltrane and Senior Airman Tom Wu reclined. Though they had not been injured physically, their minds had been severely damaged. Coltrane wore a tinfoil hat that he had crafted himself, which he said would keep the aliens from controlling his mind. He kept going on about them. Wu just shook in fear, paralyzed by a terror that rendered him uselss for duty.
Duncan Jergens, the civilian doctor who had arrived last night in the company of Joey Milano, was working here as well. He and Joey had both been shot the night before, but they had recovered enough to be assigned duties. Joey and his enforcer Alfredo Bocelli, along with Hector Salazar, had been given combat postings elsewhere, while accountant Harvey Bennish had been sent to operations.
Robert was helping out in the hospital too, doing whatever tasks needed doing. Billy Roberts was here as well, trying to calm down Tom Wu.
Lt. Oscar Gomez, the nurse from the quarantine clinic, was working here also. He walked down the aisle and over to the beds where Nils, Keith, and Derek lay. "How are you doing, sirs? Anyone need anything?"