You Were Lucky

[Onika Duffuor]

Her fingers gripped the handle as she opened the door and made her way into the room, grabbing the clipboard filled from top to bottom of the patient's current information and status. Onnie had seen him earlier but waited until he came to. At least then she could have a better idea of his current condition before the doctor came in after. "Mr. McCarthy..." Keeping her voice low as she moved towards the side of the bed that the man currently rested in. 

If she had a dollar for every time someone was found dehydrated out in the Wastelands, she'd surely be rich. Had she been given a dollar for every person who died out there, she'd surely be richer than that. Thankfully two young men found him, she knew the outcome had they not. "I'm Nurse Duffuor, I came to check up on you again before the Doctor made her way here. How are you feeling?" She asked, as her eyes studied the current IV bag and thankfully it wasn't as bad she had hoped.

There were a lot of patients she saw a day but she'd have to admit, this face was a new one to her. It made her wonder what exactly he was trying to prove with traveling out there while not being prepared for the type of heat he'd face. Biting down on her bottom lip out of habit, the nurse went to scribble down a few updated notes onto the papers. 

[Jack McCarthy]

So, This is what a bed was like…..

...Not bad….Not bad at all.

Jack didn’t exactly have a lot of experiences with beds, coming from one of the poorest, smallest little villages in the land, he wasn’t accustomed to that many luxuries. He grew up in a tiny small children’s home with a hundred other kids without parents, there was only a limited number of beds there and naturally they went to the older, tougher bigger kids and Jack as always being the runt of the litter quickly became accustomed to the floor.

So this room at the hospital might as well be a palace to him, ok. So he might have had to walk through the desert to get to it and he was still VERY light headed because of it…..But still...his own bed.

Sweet.

So Jack was just lounging around until a nurse came into his room at first Jack didn’t respond to a word she said staring at her blankly as if she was speaking to somoene else, until eventually “Oh! Me! I’m Mr. Mccarthy. Woah….no one has ever called me that before, it’s usually just Jack or, “Crazy Jack” or “Hey you, in the bushes, Mr. Mccarthy. I like it! Well I’m very light headed and there’s a thing in my hand and my mouth still taste like sand but it’s all good. I’m in a bad for the first time. So it’s all good”

[Onika Duffuor]

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Onika chuckled, pushing a strand that fell out of her bun away from her face. "Yes. You." He sure was... talkative.

Which was good, she supposed it was a complete turnaround from being found passed out in the heat. After taking notes on any improvements, changes or updates, her brown eyes looked down to him. There had to be some sort of kudos given for being optimistic after a time where death was knocking on his front door. "The light headedness should go away after your body has been back to it's normal hydration level. I can also get you more water, to see if it'll make the sand taste go away."

She wasn't too sure on how to comment about the names he was called. The young man sounded like a crazy stalker all in one take but it wasn't like her to judge, so she'd try not to. Instead the nurse flashed a smile. The bed comment had made it harder for her to shove down. "As for the thing in your arm, that's IV. To get fluids back into your body. You could have died from a heat stroke out there, so we're going to make sure you're back to normal."

Taking a deep breath, she hugged the clipboard close to her chest as she tried to keep the smile upon her face. "You're lucky, you know..." Pressing her plump lips together, "Not a lot of people survive out there in the wastelands. You should be more careful next time." Her brown eyes meeting with his as she gave a warning... which was mostly concern. She had seen too many people die just from carelessness. Something she wished didn't happen often but it did and it didn't get easier to witness each death.

[Jack McCarthy]

Wow, last names. “Mr” Actual beds.

….and who said that walking in the desert for far longer then any sane person should wasn’t worth the risk. Now this was living.

It was true, that Jack was an optimist, when people asked him “Hey Jack are you an optimistic guy?” He replies back “I hope so” Then he would normally stand there frozen in place with a big stupid grin on his face for a few awkward moments of silence before he repeats the joke over and over again until the person he was talking to either walks away or just chuckles.so he’d stop talking to him or just force a chuckle to get him to stop.

This happened a lot to Jack….

Once water was mentioned Jack’s eyes lit up, as you would imagine walking in the hot hot hort sun for days Jack often thought of something cool to drink and now it was being offered to him “Yes, Yes a thousand times yes. I need the biggest glass of water you have. I need a swimming pool, I need you to come in here and throw buckets of water at me continuously until I pass out” Short pause “....Or a glass. that works” Jack looked down at the IV, to be honest it kind of freaked him out having what seemed to be a tube coming into his arm pumping god knows what into him “,....This looks like this will hurt when it comes out...Will it?”

Jack paused almost considering Onnie’s comment, knowing full well that most people would agree with her opinion, how many times has he heard “Don’t do it Mccarthy. you’ll die, don’t be an idiot before he set off on his adventure “Piiish” Jack snorted “Who wants to be careful? careful’s boring Besides-” Jack turned his head in her direction locked eyes with her, tilted his head and smiled “Not a lot of people are me”