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Who: Josephine (and Hans) ot anyone
Where: critical care ward, the hospital
When: May 16, 1941 afternoon
The German lying in the bed had nearly died last night, the result of a gunshot wound. Josephine read his chart - Hans Ernst Varner, age 27, Sturmbannfuhrer-SS. That last part likely explained why someone had shot him - the only question of course, was whether it was one of his own men or one of the French citizens. Josephine did not concern herself with such things as politics, however. All men were equal in the hospital, deserving of care and attention that would hopefully help them return to good health.
Though Herr Varner was quite unconscious, Josephine spoke to him in a calm soothing voice as she checked his vital signs. "Don't worry, you're safe now," she assured him. "You're in the hospital, and you're going to get well again very soon."
His heart seemed strong, and his respirations were even, though somewhat weak. It was troubling that he was still unconscious, and he had lost a lot of blood.
"It's a nice day, though there's not much of a view from here," Josephine continued, as if they were having a conversation.
He did not respond.
Where: critical care ward, the hospital
When: May 16, 1941 afternoon
The German lying in the bed had nearly died last night, the result of a gunshot wound. Josephine read his chart - Hans Ernst Varner, age 27, Sturmbannfuhrer-SS. That last part likely explained why someone had shot him - the only question of course, was whether it was one of his own men or one of the French citizens. Josephine did not concern herself with such things as politics, however. All men were equal in the hospital, deserving of care and attention that would hopefully help them return to good health.
Though Herr Varner was quite unconscious, Josephine spoke to him in a calm soothing voice as she checked his vital signs. "Don't worry, you're safe now," she assured him. "You're in the hospital, and you're going to get well again very soon."
His heart seemed strong, and his respirations were even, though somewhat weak. It was troubling that he was still unconscious, and he had lost a lot of blood.
"It's a nice day, though there's not much of a view from here," Josephine continued, as if they were having a conversation.
He did not respond.
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