On the floor of her room, Eva had emptied the entire contents of her medical bag. Drugs ran down the left, organized by purpose. Antibiotics, analgesics, coagulants, anticoagulants. On the right side supplies were piled. Bandages, casting, IV changes, disposable hypodermics, plastic gloves, hemostats. Eva was cataloging a list of what she had, and making a list of what she'd need to buy.
Eva knelt at the edge of the rug, a clipboard resting on her knee. She was low on a lot of supplies. Eva sighed. She didn't have the money to replace and refill everything she needed. After the explosion in the Marketplace, some of her emergency medical supplies were running woefully low. And medical supplies, drugs in particular, did not come cheap on the black market. Eva pushed a hand through her hair.
What could she do' Even Tucker had said it that night - they needed her there. And what was she going to do' Charge them all for her services? I realize you've just barely survived an explosion of some sort, but that will be three hundred coin for the stitches. Ridiculous. Eva had to face facts. She was going broke.
Eva set the clipboard aside and dropped her head in her hands. She needed a job. Or a loan.
Thunk. Crack.
This time the explosion sounded from farther away, her windows rattling only slightly. Only this time she could recognize the sound. Eva raised her head from her hands and looked towards the windows. Across the Marketplace there was rising smoke. Another explosion.
Eva lurched forward and pulled her medical bag beside her. She dragged her arm across the neat organization of her supplies, making a messy pile of it all, and dumped it into the bag, every last item, thrown in haphazardly. She zipped her bag while she ran down the stairs. As her door slammed behind her, she prayed she had enough supplies left to make it through the day.
Eva knelt at the edge of the rug, a clipboard resting on her knee. She was low on a lot of supplies. Eva sighed. She didn't have the money to replace and refill everything she needed. After the explosion in the Marketplace, some of her emergency medical supplies were running woefully low. And medical supplies, drugs in particular, did not come cheap on the black market. Eva pushed a hand through her hair.
What could she do' Even Tucker had said it that night - they needed her there. And what was she going to do' Charge them all for her services? I realize you've just barely survived an explosion of some sort, but that will be three hundred coin for the stitches. Ridiculous. Eva had to face facts. She was going broke.
Eva set the clipboard aside and dropped her head in her hands. She needed a job. Or a loan.
Thunk. Crack.
This time the explosion sounded from farther away, her windows rattling only slightly. Only this time she could recognize the sound. Eva raised her head from her hands and looked towards the windows. Across the Marketplace there was rising smoke. Another explosion.
Eva lurched forward and pulled her medical bag beside her. She dragged her arm across the neat organization of her supplies, making a messy pile of it all, and dumped it into the bag, every last item, thrown in haphazardly. She zipped her bag while she ran down the stairs. As her door slammed behind her, she prayed she had enough supplies left to make it through the day.