Belle remembers and she loves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} loveishope) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-10-10 07:46:00 |
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| Entry tags: | belle french, martha jones |
Who: Belle French, Martha Jones
What: Books are actual lifesavers
Where: Medbay at the Complex
When: Just after the explosion
Rating: Gory bloody bits of person
Status: Complete I guess since Marthas response would be mostly 'omgmyinsides' right now. Unless Hannah wants to do a 'omgmyinsides
Belle enjoyed her work at the complex. Oh she was under no illusions of being a clinician. She was here to keep their books, take their appointments, type for them when they needed it. She loved to be involved, to be helpful, to be around people and if what she was doing was helping and Martha and Rory and Dr Tam said that it did....House mostly was grumpy. But she knew people like that were sometimes capable of great acts of kindness. People like that had so many things in their lives that might have accounted for their reasons
Rory had gone out momentarily saying something about coffee and the sanity inducing qualities it had on doctors and nurses alike. Belle had asked instead for tea having always been deeply suspicous of coffee. Martha was currently talking to her about filing which entertained Belle given that even in the Dark Castle as a servent she had been keeping a library. That of course was her calling but if she could be helpful in the medbay she would do that until they found someone better. "I can do it alphabetically by surname if its easier for everyone. It seeems to be how most things are done and I don't want to distrupt Mrs Sergievsky's systems. I'll go with whatevers easiest for..."
The next word never came as a blast ripped through the room, gods, it seemed through the complex itself and Belle screamed.
A whispered recognisable voice in her ear telling her to stay strong, be brave. And that one day they would be together again and Belle's world shifted on its axis. Oh she was dizzy, but she was alive.There was just a ringing in her ears now. A blasted horrible ringing and she didn't know if it would ever go away.
"Martha, we should..." No need to speak further, Belle thought, horrified as she spotted the Doctor. Awake yes but...gods the thing had gone right through her side. Clean through.
"RORY!!" she screamed "RORY PLEASE HELP"
But of course he was probably just as caught up in all this as they.
Martha was hurt. Badly. Belle could see that right off and so she acted on instinct. Not running to attempt any heroics. Belle surveyed her surroundings before her eyes fell on the answer. A book. One Dr Tam had shown her some time back on Triage. Not to train her but simply because Belle had been curious and asked if she could borrow some of the texts sometimes. Mind racing Belle grabbed the book, turning its pages as she stumbled toward the storage unit now on its side but still locked. Shakey hands turned the key and Belle grabbed gauze and various other things she remembered she might need.
That was the relvent part.
"Assess." she'd done that, that was simple. There was a bar of some kind in the womans side.
"Apply pressure to the wound...apply...yes"
Belle blocked out everything else. Focused only on the book, on the supplies and on keeping Martha focused and stable. The book had the knowledge, all she needed to do was follow that until Rory or someone found them again. All she needed to do was keep her mind on her task.
Rory had gone out momentarily saying something about coffee and the sanity inducing qualities it had on doctors and nurses alike. Belle had asked instead for tea having always been deeply suspicous of coffee. Martha was currently talking to her about filing which entertained Belle given that even in the Dark Castle as a servent she had been keeping a library. That of course was her calling but if she could be helpful in the medbay she would do that until they found someone better. "I can do it alphabetically by surname if its easier for everyone. It seeems to be how most things are done and I don't want to distrupt Mrs Sergievsky's systems. I'll go with whatevers easiest for..."
The next word never came as a blast ripped through the room, gods, it seemed through the complex itself and Belle screamed.
A whispered recognisable voice in her ear telling her to stay strong, be brave. And that one day they would be together again and Belle's world shifted on its axis. Oh she was dizzy, but she was alive.There was just a ringing in her ears now. A blasted horrible ringing and she didn't know if it would ever go away.
"Martha, we should..." No need to speak further, Belle thought, horrified as she spotted the Doctor. Awake yes but...gods the thing had gone right through her side. Clean through.
"RORY!!" she screamed "RORY PLEASE HELP"
But of course he was probably just as caught up in all this as they.
Martha was hurt. Badly. Belle could see that right off and so she acted on instinct. Not running to attempt any heroics. Belle surveyed her surroundings before her eyes fell on the answer. A book. One Dr Tam had shown her some time back on Triage. Not to train her but simply because Belle had been curious and asked if she could borrow some of the texts sometimes. Mind racing Belle grabbed the book, turning its pages as she stumbled toward the storage unit now on its side but still locked. Shakey hands turned the key and Belle grabbed gauze and various other things she remembered she might need.
That was the relvent part.
"Assess." she'd done that, that was simple. There was a bar of some kind in the womans side.
"Apply pressure to the wound...apply...yes"
Belle blocked out everything else. Focused only on the book, on the supplies and on keeping Martha focused and stable. The book had the knowledge, all she needed to do was follow that until Rory or someone found them again. All she needed to do was keep her mind on her task.