A Busy Day...? (Novak)

[Dr. Jenna MacEcherin]

Sitting at her desk, Jenna was signing some discharge papers for a solider that she had patched up earlier in the week. She wore her usual white coat, underneath was a white blouse tucked into a grey skirt. Her hair and eyes made her stand out from everyone else. Her green/blue eyes shot up form her paper work to her door. It opened "Doctor, we need you." in a second Jenna was out of her chair and out the door and into the waiting area where their was a solider bleeding badly looking like it was from a head wound.

"Get him to the operating room. Quickly hook him up to an IV." Jenna ordered. Jenna grabbed a syringe and filled it with a small amount of morphine just enough to made the pain go away. After all it was a head wound. Clearing away the dirt and crud, She began to clean the wound it self. it was a doosy of a wound, luckily for this guy it was just a bullet graze. Gently placing clean gauze on the wound and wrapped it up.

Sighing Jenna washed her hands and walked out into the waiting area stopping she looked at everyone who filled up her room. "It's going to be one of those days" she mumbled

[Novak "Rune" Abendroth]

Novak was lying in his bed, writing in his military journal of how he's been treated, a typical thing that all Prisoners of War are given to fill in when they feel the urge, which wasn't always good because the only type they did feel the urge was when they were bored or angry. It was difficult for him to write though, his writing hand was wrapped because of burns and he had jarred his thumb on the other. His head was bandaged to hold off swelling and his burned arm was in a sling. On the paper was very messy written German words. His pen was running out of ink and his futile taps with it didn't work, he wasn't about to give up. Like many he was angry at how he was being treated by the allied guards. He received his red cross package only to have his wage taken from him and even some German biscuits that his mother sent, unfortunately for both him and those guards, they didn't like them and threw them out and Novak was left with nothing bar those disgusting stuff the Red Cross call Military food.

His agitation showed when he began cursing in German and threw the pen across the room, the journal followed suit, another prisoner of war laughed but then he quickly turned back to the nurse who was tending him. He had winced in pain and yelled at her, even though she was changing and re cleaning his wound for him and not taking any satisfaction in hurting him. Novak felt sorry for nurses whom were only helping, they suffered a lot of abuse from their enemy as well as their allies, even if both didn't mean it. Only once Novak's temper had cooled did he realised he wanted the journal back. For a moment he procrastinated how to get it back, but knew with a twisted ankle he wasn't going too far. He decided to call a nurse, first he called them in German, it was only natural but his pleas were drowned out by English speaking 'nurse'.

To get attention, he needed to be in pain or bleeding and, as much as he hated to admit it, the doctors here were good and he was making a miraculous, though slow and painful, recovery. In knowing this he on purposely began applying pressure to his thigh wound, breaking the clotted seal and allowing the blood to cover his bandage. He often did this, which was the reason why he was in pain, but they also stopped with morphine to avoid addiction so now he took very light dose of aspirin, he really only had himself to blame. He was pushing harder and holding his breath as the pain was near unbearable. Once he felt the wound had been tampered with enough he let go and gasped. Laying down again to catch his breath and to hide that it was self done, he watched the ceiling, counting slowly in German to ease his heart rate.

His leg was throbbing but he knew now when he called they would come running. Like clockwork, the moment he showed blood on the bandages the nurse ran off to get the nearest doctor, calling 'Doctor MacEcherin! A German with a punctured leg wound needs immediate attention. I'm not sure what he's done, it may be he burst an artery but theres blood all over the bed and it looks like its still bleeding' She was a very inexperienced nurse as many were just helpers so she was panicking. For some reason Novak's leg began to feel numb and the bandage seeped blood onto his bed covers. It was then he suspected he was a little too vigilant in his attempt to get attention. Now he hoped that the doctor wouldn't be one that knows his attention antics. Novak inspected the damage he did then finally concluded "Ahh... Schei!" (Ahh... Shit!) He rested back in the pillow and waited for a doctor, his head getting dizzy but the pain was gone.

OOC: its not an artery else he'd be up shit creek without a paddle lol, just he was much harder than needed and it needs cleaning and anything else you may think of, he's a disruptive patient. Sorry about the length too, others might not be a big - I just needed to set a setting and get the hang of Novak in character : P

[Dr. Jenna MacEcherin]

Looking at the nurse who had called her name Jenna hurried through the double doors that harbored recovering patients. Throwing open the doors she spotted him. Novak was his name. Throwing of the covers Jenna slowly to avoid further injury took off the bandages that covered his wound. Her green eyes were focused and poised on the wound. Her slender fingers gently moved around the bleeding wound. Taking a small piece of gauze soaked in a cleaning solution Janna began to dab his wound. Replacing the bloody bandages Jenna smiled and wiped her forehead with her forearm. Noticing a book laying on the floor curiously Jenna picked it up and opened it. the writing looked foreign , she figured that it belonged to Novak. walked back to his bedside she placed the book gently down on his lapd

Janna smiles and placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "Just relax" her voice was soft and calm. Her eyes looked at him, they seemed almost warming.

OOC: not to worry about the length

[Novak "Rune" Abendroth]

Novak cringed when she tended to the wound but his pride didn't allow much more weakness. While she worked he was watching what she was doing, he may very well need it in the future. When she had finished and gave him his book he had no idea what she said but he understood the tone. A cheeky grin crossed his face, she was a nice doctor too - he was young and at times reckless, typical of most pilots, but she was exceptionally gentle which doctors tended to lack, more so with him. Perhaps because he made it his duty to interfer with their daily ways to stir up problems. As much as they were helping him they were also helping allies and the more allies helped, meant the more german blood spilt.

When she didn't give him a pen he finally spoke, in german, requesting for one "Ich brauche ein füllfederhalter" (I need a pen) Novak tried to describe what he wanted, but it was hard with a bandaged hand so he did the writing action with his left and repeated "Ein füllfederhalter, ein füllfederhalter! Ich kann es nicht machen." (A pen, a pen! I can't do it.) He then gestured to the journal, trying to charade what he wanted to do. He then leant out and grabbed her arm, it was roughly taken and may have been interpereted as an attack, but he was just getting her closer so he could point at her pen in a pocket again repeating "Füllfederhalter" (fountain pen). His mood began to turn a little sour when he let go of her and leant back into his pillow, the sudden outburse made him dizzy again and the adrenaline in his blood was no longer keeping the pain hidden.

He started breathing carefully again and looked at her, the paper book, scrunched in his hand and by his side. He decided maybe to explain why he was upset, but all he could speak was german. Some words were always similar in english but to understand a full sentance was hard. "Die Fussgarde an sich nehmen mein geld und mein mutter Biskuits..." (The footguards stole my money and my mothers biscuits) "... und ich möchte einen geld" (and I want my money) He then picked up the red cross package that was his and showed her the empty biscuit box and the sight of no money. How she took that was another thing, it wasn't uncommon to pretend to be unpaid for extra sympathy and money, and it of course wasn't below Novak to try either.

OOC: Okay I lied... it will be shorter next time Im in the middle of writing a book and I have to make it long so its making me write a heap of "useless" crap lol

[Dr. Jenna MacEcherin]

When he spoke to her Jenna lifted an eyebrow. She didn't know German! He grabbed her arm, being a doctor she was use to people grabbing at her for either pain or other reasons. She followed his finger witch was pointing at her pen. "oh, you want my pen." she smiled taking it out of her pocket she placed it in his hand.

She focused hard "mutter Biskuits" she thought aloud "Mothers Biscuits...i wonder..." having got the last part of the sentence down Jenna figured out the rest. her gentle features turned hard and frightening. Turning on her heel she stormed out of the recovery wing. "I demand to see the guards who brought me the patient...Novak" she read form her clip board. Two guards appeared. " for starters i would like it if you do NOT steal from my patients who ever they are." As she spoke her began to get more infuriated...but why? shacking her head Jenna returned to her normal thoughts

"Do i make my self clear?" she said her eyes penetrated theirs. the frightened guards nodded and turned to leave. Jenna cleared her throat. The soldiers stopped and slowly turned back around
"And give me what ever you took from him." she told them holding out her hand. One guard handed over a tin half filled with some form of cookie. the other handed the money that he had taken. "Never do that again or the consequences will be worse" her voice was again cold and hard. They nodded and ran off.

Returning to the recovery wing, Janna smiled. she walked over to Novaks bed and handed him his things. "There.." she said her face seemed inviting and gentle again. Her voice was almost like a sweet serenade.


OOC: lol good job on the book! Bianca and i are trying to write a book too.

[Novak "Rune" Abendroth]

When she said mothers biscuits, he repeated her words though offkey and slow "Mut-her - murtherr - muth... " he recited it over and other while she was gone. Novak was a quick learner and tried very hard to understand the english language, so he could understand what they were saying to him and so he could speak to them. He heard the doctor talking to them but it was only the tone he understood. Finally, a doctor who took care of all its patients, even if it was petty money stolen. That money allowed him to buy things from the hospital centeen when he was up and walking again.

When she returned to him and gave him the money he instantly said "ich danke Ihnen dafür, daß Sie mir geholfen haben" (thank you for helping me) only once he said it he thought she would be completely confused, then he added "Danke!" (Thank you!) curling the money up an hiding it in his shoes on the floor. This cause some pain as he moved to bend over an put it there. He was curious as to how long he will need to stay in recovery, and more interested in seeing if she would spend a night or afternoon with him. But trying to get that across proved difficult.

"Bis wann? In ree-coo-veh-rye?" (How long? In Recovery?) he attempted the english word and personally thought it sounded really fluent but like everyone who attemped a foreign language, it was heavily accented. "Ich möchte einen spaziergang. Ich kann es nicht mehr aushalten" (I want to walk. I can't stand it any longer) He knew she couldn't possibly understand that, nothing even sounded comprehendable. So he moved two fingers as if they were walking then repeated again "Spaziergang" and pointed outside. He hated not being able to get his point across without actions, it made his time here very frustrating.

Novak rubbed his face and felt the weeks stubble that was growing on it. He then thought of the pilots in which he had shot down and even killed. At one point when an Allied pilot jumped from his failing plane, Novak had come around and shot him. Never once did he felt guilty for what he did, until now. He wondered how he thought if someone did that to him. He then looked at the doctor, concerned. Why did she show care for him when all the other allied doctors, though did their job, didn't give him respect and treated him like dirt (also suspecting allies would get about that same treatment) He asked her again, this time more softer "Eye sie helper mein?" (Why you help me)

[Dr. Jenna MacEcherin]

Jenna smiled at him when he tried to speak english to her. 'helper' she thought smiling she spoke in a soft and gentle tone. "I care for all my patients" But she recognised the word 'recovery' Althouhg she wasn't sure if she sould say anything, would he understand her. while Jenna was pondering this thought she eard him speak more. she watched him use crude sign langurage to get his point across. "You want to walk?" she thought aloud. Thinking to her self. 'I did do a really good job on his wound it should hold up for a bit of walking.' placing some more gause and medical tape in her pocket just incase. She gently removed the covers and grabbed his arm. and softly and gently she helped him up.

Out the doors the day way sunny and slightly breezy. Jenna hand her arm around his shoulders and her hand was holding his...for support.