closed starter for @selinturan
at the mideastern georgia state fair, medical service triage;
Ben cleaned yet another burn wound on a 10 year old’s leg, who had seemed bravely determined not to cry, even when he could see her chin trembling and her eyes watering. Working with kids always made him uneasy, every single little human reminded him of his niece ― thankfully safe and sound, carried away from the whole mess by his sister as soon as shit hit the fan. He tried not to think, stupidly, that if he’d been there with Ellie all by himself, as they’d initially planned, she might not have escaped all that unscathed. Ben rolled his right shoulder, increasingly sore and warm ― someone had tipped him over when hell broke loose.
He discarded the rubber gloves in the trash can next to him and looked over at Selin, waiting for further instructions from the nurse. She looked like a valkyrie, ruling over the triage area, and consequently him. Things seemed to be slowing down. This was, ironically and strangely enough, their first shift together in ages. “Hey,” Ben wheeled up to her. She was glowing with something he could only wonder about. “How’s it going？” How are you going, he refrained himself from asking.