A blue sky with a bright yellow sun laid overhead, seeming vast and endless to the six year old girl staring up at it on the school playground. Then suddenly it lit up brightly, forcing her to shield her eyes as a low rumble could be heard in the distance.
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“Hurry, we need more bandages!” The six year old heard, multiple doctors and nurses rushing around the halls of the hospital, the smell of blood and sound of the injured filling her senses.
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“We can’t stay here any longer...”
“...what are we supposed to do? Leave these people, they’re injured and we’re doctors, it’s our duty to help them!”
“Look around you, we’re running on generators for electricity and the water has stopped running, I don’t want to leave these people either, but we have our daughter to think about.”
“Fine, we’ll go...”
The girl overheard a man and woman, her parents, quietly arguing whilst she laid on a couch, pretending to be asleep, not being able to do anything other than stay awake after all she experienced.
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“This is a good find, we should be able to make this last a few weeks,”
“I’m glad we found such a good haul, I was beginning to get worried with how low our supplies were getting.”
The woman that was a the now slightly older girl’s mother looked down at her daughter, “Thanks to you, we found a lot of supplies, you’re our good luck charm,” The woman said to her with a smile, bending over to kiss the top of her head.
“Hey, help! I’m trapped!” A voice was heard not too far away.
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“Hand over your supplies and no one will get hurt,” A man said with a grin, a shimmer coming off his pistol as a small amount of light hit it. Three other people also having their weapons drawn at the family.
“Alright, you can have them, just don’t hurt my wife or daughter, please...” The girl’s father said shakily, setting down the bag of supplies in front of the group of people holding them up.
“Hmmm, think we’ll also be taking this one as well, think she’ll grow up to be real pretty and will make a fine addition to our group,” One of the bandits said with a grin on his face as he reached out and grabbed the girl by her wrist.
“Don’t you dare touch her!” The girl’s father said, pulling out a knife he had hidden and slashing the man across the face and then went about keeping the other three at bay.
“Take our daughter and go, now!”
The woman picked up her daughter into her arms and then reluctantly fled whilst her husband held off the rest of the bandits.
“No, go back mommy! We can’t leave daddy behind!”
The woman gently placed her hand on the back of her daughters head, holding her close as tears stung her eyes and left their burning trail down her cheeks.
Suddenly a loud shout rung out through the tunnels and the man that stayed behind to let his family get away fell to the ground, lifeless.
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“DADDY!”
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Sarah’s eyes shot open as she panted, beads of sweat coated her face and neck, her adrenaline rushing through her like crazy, so much so that she felt her hand shake as she brought up her hand to her face, covering her eyes as she collected herself.
“That same dream again...I don’t know why I keep having it, not like the past will change if I keep remembering it...”
She suddenly felt a light piece of cloth land on her shoulder, looking down at it and then to see where it came from, an older woman was standing in front of her, wearing a dingy lab coat over and equally dingy green top and blue jeans.
“Had the same dream again, huh kiddo?”
Sarah let out a sigh and then took the cloth resting on her and wiped off the sweat that was still covering her.
“Why didn’t you wake me up, mom?” Sarah retorted as she got up from the wall she had been sleeping against, stretching out her arms and lurching her back forward.
“Well you have been helping me with the patients for twenty-two hours straight, I thought that you could use some well deserved rest.”
“Well I only wanted a quick nap, so how long was I out? An hour or two?” The red headed girl asked as she let out a yawn, still trying to wake up.
“Well, if my watch is still working...” Her mother responded, pausing for a moment as she checked the underside of her wrist where the watch’s face lay, “...more like seven,” She gave a small grin.
“What!? Seven hours? But I told you to wake me up in thirty, an hour at the most,” Sarah clenched her fist with a look of irritation on her face.
“Right, but as I said, you needed your rest.”
“Still, there’s a small infection going on, people are still getting hurt expanding this place or going out of the sewers and there’s not that many people here with medial training like you or I, so I need to be up as much as possible to help you and them.” She responded earnestly, taking a step forward to begin heading over to an area that could best be described as their medical area, but suddenly stumbling forward, thankfully being caught by her mother.
“Whilst I’m glad that I could teach you about medicine and the human body, you’re still just a kid and over taxing your body isn’t something you should be doing.”
“I’m not a kid, this world stole my childhood and if I’m going to do anything, it’s at least going to be something useful rather than sitting around doing nothing.”
Her mother gave a small smirk as she briefly closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, “You sure are a stubborn one kiddo, but I guess you got that from your father, huh? Well if you really want to help, I won’t stop you, just don’t overexert yourself further, alright?” She said as she draped her arm over Sarah’s shoulders, leading her to the medical area where there were a few cots with people either sleeping or needing to be treated.
“Go ahead and stitch up Mr. Hayes, he’s over on Cot 2, I’ll tend to the ones with infection.”
Sarah let out a sigh as she was handed a clip board that had various notes and information, the closest thing they had to medical charts. She made her way over to a man in a plaid shirt and dark jeans, he looked to be in his late 30s, early 40s.
“Damn it Mr. Hayes, this is the third time this month I’m needing to patch you up, are you clumsy or just a masochist?” She growled as she pulled up a chair in front of the man, tossing the clipboard onto the nearby instrument tray.
“Well I just like seeing your pretty face and this was the best way I could do that,” He joked as he let out a hearty laugh.
“Yeah, I bet, be sure your wife doesn’t hear you say that, she’ll think you’re trying to go after a younger girl,” Sarah retorted as she pulled out a pocket flashlight, clicking the back of it and shining the light across the underside of the man’s forearm, “Hmm, looks like it’ll be six stitches this time, just what exactly were you doing this time?” she added as turned off the light and set it down on the tray.
“Really? Six? I thought it would only be three or four at the most?”
“Afraid not, again, what were you doing to slice your arm open like this?” She asked once more, pouring a small amount of alcohol onto what could be considered a clean rag and then disinfected the area.
The older man winced as he sucked in some air through his teeth.
“Oh stop being such a baby, it’s just a little alcohol, need to clean this so it doesn’t get infected and I don’t have to see that ugly mug of yours every two weeks,” Sarah responded to the man’s discomfort, a small smirk given as she glanced at him.
“Real nice bedside manner you got there, doc,” He said with emphasis on the last bit of his sentence then added, “as for my arm, we were working on making another area, perhaps something for the kids or a lounge area, just to take the edge off when this world gets to you.
“Well...it sounds nice, but I don’t think many have the luxury of being able to relax when everything wants to kill you, well except maybe for children, they don’t have to endure all this as much as we do.”
“You’re still a kid too ya know, you don’t have to grow up so fast.”
“Nah, I’ll tell you what I told my mom, this world stole my childhood, I knew what it was like before everything was like this, so no, I’m not a kid anymore, I was forced to grow up after everything went to shit.”
She finished the last of his stitches and then wrapped a bandage around the freshly closed wound, “There, you’re all fixed up, now don’t go getting hurt anymore, at least not for a while, can’t be wasting all our supplies on every cut and scrape you get.” Sarah added as she closed the box that had various bandages in them.
The older man looked at his bandaged arm, making a fist with it and then stood up, resting his hand on Sarah’s head, “Thanks for patching me up and...I don’t think you’ve grown up too fast, I believe this world will get better and you’ll be able to make up for all the years you missed as a kid,” He gave her a smile before walking out.
Sarah gave an irritated look as he walked out, she always hated when he rested his hand on her head and treated her like a child. She leaned back in the chair, letting her head hang back as she stared up at the concrete, “This world getting better? Ha, not in my lifetime...though it would be nice if it did,” She said to herself before getting up and helped her mother with the other patients that still required assistance.