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This is during WWII, I love war stories, no idea why..but I keep spewing out stories at the moment. hope you enjoy.

Other characters will come in later. -Natalie

It was the summer of 1944. The war would soon be ending, but Lindsay knew there would me many a casualty once the Hospitals filled up. She had been working as a nurse for three years now, she had dealt with almost everything, she had even had a patient who had a kind soul, she had enjoyed tending to him each day, but his injuries had been very bad, and he'd died after being in the hospital for three weeks. She had been scared silly when she'd opened the curtain surrounding his bed to find a new patient, she'd waited untill she was alone to mourn his death, Lieutenant Jasper Caine had been his name, he had been living in Cansas with his mother and younger sister before he had been enlisted, his father had died during WWI, leaving him to look after his young Mother and Sister. She had mourned for them too, they had lost their protecter to an unrelenting war, maybe when the war ended she'd visit them, tell them of the Lieutenant's last few weeks. She had remembered his injuries, the doctors were given no choice but to amputate his left arm, he'd been blown up, literally..he'd lost his arm, had been recovering from internal bleeding, she'd changed his bandages every day, making sure his wounds were thoroughly clean so he wouldn't get an infection, but he'd died because of complications with the healing from the internal bleeding. Well that was what Doctor Sheldon Hawkes had told her, she had quite a few friends around the hospital, her best friend was from Greek-Italian decent and she had been an orphan, but as soon as she entered school, she began the training to become a nurse, her name was Stella, and Lindsay had never met a girl quite so beautiful. Stella had rich olive skin and thick curly brown hair. She was an honest and great friend in the lonely world of nurses.

There were a few other doctors she knew of in their base, but not many, she knew Peyton Driscoll. Only because she had been a nurse in the OR for some time a few weeks back, but she had been reassigned to patients soon after a week had passed.

Nurse Jane Fowler rushed into the room, holding a checkboard.

"Right, I need everyone at their assigned posts. The army soldiers have just come in." As soon as Nurse Fowler had left the room, everyone began rushing.

Lindsay joined the que, waiting to collect her assignment chart which told her who she'd be tending to for the next few weeks, or however long it took for the patient to recover. It took another fifteen minutes before she was at the front of the que. Nurse Evangeline Whittaker handed Lindsay a check board and her manifest and smiled, handing her a pen, though Lindsay had many pens in her locker back in the Nurses station, they were always given a new one along with the check board.

Once she'd received her manifest, she lifted the two pages in front telling her the rules and codes of conduct, she flicked them over so they rested away from the final page.

Nurse: Lindsay Monroe

Tasks: Assisting the patient with anything he needs, I.e. baths, bandage changing, clothing, undressing. Anything the patient sees fit in a medical mannor.

Do not take any crass comments or bad language from your patient, if they are rude to you in anyway you are to report to the chief of Nurses, Jane Fowler, or the leader of your base if any trouble arrises.

If the patient is in need of comfort, be jentle with your words, you are allowed to take part in conversation, to read to the patient, stay with them if you finish their time slot early.

Warnings: If the patient seems iller than you thought or going into a worse stage, pull the red alarm cable beside the bed and a doctor will come and assist you. This can be used if the patient starts bleeding excessively, or has any other trauma that cannot be stopped by yourself.

There is to be no fraternization with the patient whatsover, you cannot be romanticly involved with the patient, you are expected to emotionally steel yourself within this subject.

Patient name: McCanna Llewellyn Taylor (Mac), formally known as Lieutenant Mac Taylor.

Age: 33

Room No. 123

Injuries: Broken ribs, fractured tibia, head trauma and extensive bruising around the right eye, limited sight might be an issue.

Lindsay, I trust you are capable of looking after Lieutenant Taylor without any problems. If there are any problems that occur, please notify either me or the head of the command base. As you have looked after a Lieutenant before, I trust you and Lieutenant Taylor will get on just fine. You are a fabulous Nurse Lindsay, that is precisely why I chose you for this one.

Yours truly, Jane Fowler.

Lindsay flipped the paper back over and sighed, broken bones were always tough, the patients couldn't usually lift themselves, and it had said in the letter that the man she would be tending to, Lieutenant Taylor had quite a few broken bones. Broken ribs made it hard to move, fractured legs made it hard to walk, so physical therapy would be on his charter, head trauma might cause some disorientation, dizziness, he might not be able to see properly because of the eye brusing.

She felt honoured in a weird way, she would be tending to a Lieutenant, and usually Nurses of her grade were never given Lieutenants to look after, but Nurse Fowler trusted in her, so she'd have to prove that the Nurse had made the right decision.

As she made her way through the halls, on the way to room 123, she sighed, all the people with worse injuries than normal were placed in the left wing of the building, where rooms 120-140 were set out. As she entered the room, she sighed. Most of the patients in the room were sleeping, dosed up on medication to keep their pain at bay, glancing around the room, she noticed all but one were sleeping.

His voice startled her slightly, she looked up and saw the most beautiful pair of green eyes she'd ever seen. She pushed her admiration down and steeled herself.

"Are you my nurse? everyone in here has been tended to but me, are you Nurse Monroe?" He asked somewhat breathlessly. He had been stripped and dressed into a hospital gown, she assumed they'd given him a short bath, making sure he was clean for arrival.

"Yes. I am Nurse Monroe, nice to meet you Lieutenant, though maybe it would have been nicer on better circumstances."

He smiled slightly, through is pain. She put the check board into the slot at the end of his bed and moved forward, examining his facial wounds, his right eye was purple, closed up. So he only had vision through one eye.

He stayed quiet through the process of her cleaning his face. She tried to be as gentle as she could cleaning his eye, knowing it must be causing him a great deal of pain. She had been given hard medication for him, the doctors having decided not to put him on a drip, so she had poured him a glass of water and given him a paper cup containing the medication. He had gulped them down and had finished the water before she had even brought the sterile gloves and fluid out from the cabinet beside the bed.

Once she'd re-bandaged him up, he opened his eyes and smiled again, seeming grateful, though she didn't know why. She could tell he'd be asleep pretty soon with the way his eyes were slightly shut, she smiled and prepared to leave.

Before she could go, he stopped her.

"Wait, what is your name Nurse?" He asked weakly, shifting up slightly, grimacing through the pain from his ribs.

She smiled, standing in the doorway.

"Lindsay."

He smiled again slightly, "Goodnight Lindsay." He said, though he was normally meant to adress her as Nurse Monroe, she didn't mind, he was obviously drifting.

She smiled again, "Goodnight Lieutenant Taylor."

He closed his eyes and drifted away, the medication sending him on a lull. The last thing he remembered were the honey brown eyes of his Nurse.