A.N: I wanna say a quick thanks to:
chicken_luuver: hey, PG's just a start! It'll prolly get up to even PG-13!! oOoOo!! How scandelous ;) haha thanks so much for the review!
GriffinFox: I'm sorry about the story thing! But thanks for your reviews!
Tears of Blood From My Eyes: * hugs Zigzag * awwww, he's just so lovable!
LTdaQT: thank you SO much!!!! Wow.I can't believe you think this story is so good! Thanks!
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! It means a lot to me! Thanks! Oh, and this whole uploading thing is messing up the spacing.In chapter two, I had all these spaces to make it easier to read the files, but it didn't work! If you can, please help me! AND ALSO: I really don't know how to take care of somebody with heatstroke. It is deadly! So what I looked it up on WebMD is only what you should do before you take them to the hospital for real care. (
Chapter Three: Day Three at Green Lake
Rowe stood in the Nurse's Tent, cleaning out the medicine cabinet. She sighed heavily. There were so many things she needed. It was hard to do her job without proper equipment. She was lucky that the boys had gotten only minor injuries - some boys from A-Tent had gotten in a scuffle and had some cuts and bruises that were simple to take care of, and a few other boys had come in to take their medication, or to use their inhalers.
No, what Rowe really needed was some sort of order.she needed to order supplies in case something big happened. What she really needed was a computer.a laptop so she could work in the tent and be able to help the campers. A filing system wouldn't hurt either - she could keep track of the things she had, and the things she needed.
"Clean up that mess in the wreck room! Mr. Sir! I need to talk to you!"
The sound of the Warden's voice floated into the tent, and Rowe turned around and rushed out of the cabin. The redheaded woman was walking quickly down the dirt path through the tents. Rowe ran to catch up with her. When she was a few feet behind her, Rowe called:
"Hey! Umm.Lou? Lou!"
The Warden didn't stop walking, but called, "What is it you want?"
"I was wondering if uh, if I could get a computer - or maybe a laptop - you know, for filing and things?" The Warden stopped walking and turned around, hands on her hips.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I just.its just if there's a filing system, or - or a record of some kind, I could-"
"Excuse me? What did I tell you?"
"Um.pardon?" Rowe didn't think it would go over well if she said, "Excuse me?" back to the Warden.
"I told you that if it wasn't important, take it to Mr. Sir. Now go off and leave me be, I have more important things to worry about."
The Warden hadn't gone two steps when there was a loud honking noise and yelling behind them.
"Stewart! Git in here quick, we got us a live one down in D-Tent!" Rowe turned sharply around and saw Mr. Sir yelling out the back of his truck. "Git in! What're you waitin' for?!"
Rowe ran into her tent and grabbed a plastic bag and ran back into the truck. "What happened?!" She asked. Mr. Sir stepped on the gas and the truck shot off into the desert.
"I don't know, 'zactly," Mr. Sir said distractedly. "I just walked out and there was Squid, lyin' on the ground." The tires of the truck squealed as Mr. Sir slammed on the brakes just beside D-Tent's digging area. Rowe jumped out, bag in hand, and ran around the truck to see the brown-haired boy lying on the dusty ground, his tent-mates standing around him in a worried circle.
Rowe pushed her way through them, saying, "Move it, let me through," until she was able to drop down beside the fallen camper. She felt his forehead - he was burning. Rowe put her fingers on Squid's neck, trying to feel his pulse, and when she found it, she had to lean her ear on his chest to make sure she was feeling it right. His pulse was too fast. He was drenched in sweat.
"Somebody get him into the truck!" She yelled, getting up off her knees. "Come on, get him into the back!"
Mr. Sir opened the back of the truck and Rowe climbed into it. Zigzag had at once dropped down by Squid's head and, with the help of Caveman, loaded Squid into the bed of the truck. X-Ray stood scowling, standing away from the rest of D-Tent. Mr. Sir started the trunk on Rowe's command, with Zigzag and Caveman still in the bed with her. She'd need their help in a second.
The moment the truck pulled up to the Nurse's Tent, Rowe jumped out, the two boys and Squid followed her inside.
"Lay him down on that cot," she said quickly. Rowe moved to the cabinet and searched for plastic bags and a thermometer. "Caveman! Take these bags, and go look for ice. There should be some either in the mess hall or in Mr. Sir's office. Hurry!" Caveman hurried out of the room with the bags, and Rowe stuck the thermometer in Squid's ear. "105.damn. Here, help me strip him down. We have to get him as cool as we can."
Rowe began taking off Squid's shoes and socks. "What's wrong with him?" Zigzag asked, struggling to take off Squid's orange jumpsuit.
"Heatstroke. Been out in the sun too long." Rowe was wiggling Squid's jumpsuit down and off his body. "There's a fan in the cabinet, I need you to get it and fan him. We need to lower his heart-rate and get him cooled down."
Caveman ran into the tent, holding three bags of ice. "Put them on his neck and under his arms." The three stood back and looked at their pale friend.
"What do we do now?" Caveman asked.
"All we can do," Rowe said. "Wait."
And with that, she pulled up a chair.
chicken_luuver: hey, PG's just a start! It'll prolly get up to even PG-13!! oOoOo!! How scandelous ;) haha thanks so much for the review!
GriffinFox: I'm sorry about the story thing! But thanks for your reviews!
Tears of Blood From My Eyes: * hugs Zigzag * awwww, he's just so lovable!
LTdaQT: thank you SO much!!!! Wow.I can't believe you think this story is so good! Thanks!
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! It means a lot to me! Thanks! Oh, and this whole uploading thing is messing up the spacing.In chapter two, I had all these spaces to make it easier to read the files, but it didn't work! If you can, please help me! AND ALSO: I really don't know how to take care of somebody with heatstroke. It is deadly! So what I looked it up on WebMD is only what you should do before you take them to the hospital for real care. (
Chapter Three: Day Three at Green Lake
Rowe stood in the Nurse's Tent, cleaning out the medicine cabinet. She sighed heavily. There were so many things she needed. It was hard to do her job without proper equipment. She was lucky that the boys had gotten only minor injuries - some boys from A-Tent had gotten in a scuffle and had some cuts and bruises that were simple to take care of, and a few other boys had come in to take their medication, or to use their inhalers.
No, what Rowe really needed was some sort of order.she needed to order supplies in case something big happened. What she really needed was a computer.a laptop so she could work in the tent and be able to help the campers. A filing system wouldn't hurt either - she could keep track of the things she had, and the things she needed.
"Clean up that mess in the wreck room! Mr. Sir! I need to talk to you!"
The sound of the Warden's voice floated into the tent, and Rowe turned around and rushed out of the cabin. The redheaded woman was walking quickly down the dirt path through the tents. Rowe ran to catch up with her. When she was a few feet behind her, Rowe called:
"Hey! Umm.Lou? Lou!"
The Warden didn't stop walking, but called, "What is it you want?"
"I was wondering if uh, if I could get a computer - or maybe a laptop - you know, for filing and things?" The Warden stopped walking and turned around, hands on her hips.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I just.its just if there's a filing system, or - or a record of some kind, I could-"
"Excuse me? What did I tell you?"
"Um.pardon?" Rowe didn't think it would go over well if she said, "Excuse me?" back to the Warden.
"I told you that if it wasn't important, take it to Mr. Sir. Now go off and leave me be, I have more important things to worry about."
The Warden hadn't gone two steps when there was a loud honking noise and yelling behind them.
"Stewart! Git in here quick, we got us a live one down in D-Tent!" Rowe turned sharply around and saw Mr. Sir yelling out the back of his truck. "Git in! What're you waitin' for?!"
Rowe ran into her tent and grabbed a plastic bag and ran back into the truck. "What happened?!" She asked. Mr. Sir stepped on the gas and the truck shot off into the desert.
"I don't know, 'zactly," Mr. Sir said distractedly. "I just walked out and there was Squid, lyin' on the ground." The tires of the truck squealed as Mr. Sir slammed on the brakes just beside D-Tent's digging area. Rowe jumped out, bag in hand, and ran around the truck to see the brown-haired boy lying on the dusty ground, his tent-mates standing around him in a worried circle.
Rowe pushed her way through them, saying, "Move it, let me through," until she was able to drop down beside the fallen camper. She felt his forehead - he was burning. Rowe put her fingers on Squid's neck, trying to feel his pulse, and when she found it, she had to lean her ear on his chest to make sure she was feeling it right. His pulse was too fast. He was drenched in sweat.
"Somebody get him into the truck!" She yelled, getting up off her knees. "Come on, get him into the back!"
Mr. Sir opened the back of the truck and Rowe climbed into it. Zigzag had at once dropped down by Squid's head and, with the help of Caveman, loaded Squid into the bed of the truck. X-Ray stood scowling, standing away from the rest of D-Tent. Mr. Sir started the trunk on Rowe's command, with Zigzag and Caveman still in the bed with her. She'd need their help in a second.
The moment the truck pulled up to the Nurse's Tent, Rowe jumped out, the two boys and Squid followed her inside.
"Lay him down on that cot," she said quickly. Rowe moved to the cabinet and searched for plastic bags and a thermometer. "Caveman! Take these bags, and go look for ice. There should be some either in the mess hall or in Mr. Sir's office. Hurry!" Caveman hurried out of the room with the bags, and Rowe stuck the thermometer in Squid's ear. "105.damn. Here, help me strip him down. We have to get him as cool as we can."
Rowe began taking off Squid's shoes and socks. "What's wrong with him?" Zigzag asked, struggling to take off Squid's orange jumpsuit.
"Heatstroke. Been out in the sun too long." Rowe was wiggling Squid's jumpsuit down and off his body. "There's a fan in the cabinet, I need you to get it and fan him. We need to lower his heart-rate and get him cooled down."
Caveman ran into the tent, holding three bags of ice. "Put them on his neck and under his arms." The three stood back and looked at their pale friend.
"What do we do now?" Caveman asked.
"All we can do," Rowe said. "Wait."
And with that, she pulled up a chair.