Things are about to get pretty interesting around here. A.J. brought our new medic by yesterday morning, to introduce her around here while she was showing her around the base.
Her name is Dominique Somersby, and she is a prodigy. She's only twenty-three, but she's a full-fledged medic, and has already graduated from medic school. She's five foot eleven, and (don't tell A.J. that I think like this) she has one great figure. Definitely an hourglass. Dark brown hair, light green eyes, and a smile to die for.
I sense a dark side to her, though. I don't think that such determination and drive is normal. She's had some pain in the past to deal with, and I think that she's still suffering somewhat.
Later on, when she first came on duty that afternoon, I saw another side of her. She moved with such gracefulness that I think we all caught ourselves watching her. There is an inherent efficiency of movement that she has. I don't know what to call it.
I noticed some blood on the back of her shoulder and I thought that it was probably from one of her patients, but later on, I was walking past the lounge and I happened to look in, and I saw her sitting there by herself, bandaging a stab wound. She looked up as I walked by and told me that it was no more than a flesh wound. I knew better, and I told her so.
I took the washcloth that she was using, and I washed off her shoulder and dabbed some antiseptic on it and helped her finish bandaging it. I couldn't help but notice that there was a multitude of scars on her back and chest.
I know now why she has that determination and drive, and why she has that dark side. The scars tell the story. She was abused as a child.
Dominique and A.J. have become fast friends and I find that they're both so much alike that it's not even funny.
I have some paperwork that is due in pretty soon, so I need to go work on that. I'll write some later.
Her name is Dominique Somersby, and she is a prodigy. She's only twenty-three, but she's a full-fledged medic, and has already graduated from medic school. She's five foot eleven, and (don't tell A.J. that I think like this) she has one great figure. Definitely an hourglass. Dark brown hair, light green eyes, and a smile to die for.
I sense a dark side to her, though. I don't think that such determination and drive is normal. She's had some pain in the past to deal with, and I think that she's still suffering somewhat.
Later on, when she first came on duty that afternoon, I saw another side of her. She moved with such gracefulness that I think we all caught ourselves watching her. There is an inherent efficiency of movement that she has. I don't know what to call it.
I noticed some blood on the back of her shoulder and I thought that it was probably from one of her patients, but later on, I was walking past the lounge and I happened to look in, and I saw her sitting there by herself, bandaging a stab wound. She looked up as I walked by and told me that it was no more than a flesh wound. I knew better, and I told her so.
I took the washcloth that she was using, and I washed off her shoulder and dabbed some antiseptic on it and helped her finish bandaging it. I couldn't help but notice that there was a multitude of scars on her back and chest.
I know now why she has that determination and drive, and why she has that dark side. The scars tell the story. She was abused as a child.
Dominique and A.J. have become fast friends and I find that they're both so much alike that it's not even funny.
I have some paperwork that is due in pretty soon, so I need to go work on that. I'll write some later.