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Author's Note:In 1923 Rose suffers an accident and goes into a coma. There, she finds herself on the decks of Brittanic, Titanic's sister ship.
Chapter 2: His Brother
Rose followed Nurse Jessop down to where the wounded were being loaded on. Rose saw how bad some of the men were wounded and her stomach immedietly protested. Arms and legs were blown off, blood soaked anything they were laying on, and visible bullet holes still wept blood. The smell of infection, blood, and even death made her even more nauseated, almost to the point of vomiting.
"Don't get sick now. We need to transport them to ICU and Surgury." Voilet told her, noticing how pale Rose got.
"It's hard not to." Rose told her, swallowing her nausea down. She then grabbed the end of a stretcher and help Violet get a man who looked like her was shot in the arm down to ICU. Rose looked at the man's bloodied face and saw that he looked very familer. His blonde hair, his half open blue eyes, his boyishly cute face. If he didn't have a thin blonde mustache on his lip, he would've looked just like. . .
Jack.
She gasped, almost dropping her end of the stretcher.
"Are you okay?" Violet asked her.
"This man, he looks almost just like someone I knew a long time ago." She told her, shaking off the memory of that horrible night that threatened to assult her mind. She made it to ICU and got him onto a cot.
"Here wear this." Voilet told Rose, handing her a Surgon's mask and ut one on herself. "You don't want to get any dieases now." Rose couldn't take her eyes off the man. If she didn't know better, she would've thought that this was him.
"Nurse Jessop, do you know that man's name by any chance?" Rose asked Violet.
She flipped through some papers "John Dawson." She answered.
"Dawson?" Rose thought and looked over at the man. Maybe he was related. He looked so much like him, he could be his brother.
"Does that have any relatives names on it?" Rose asked Violet.
"No, just personal information and what wounds or dieases they have." She answered, walking off to care for more patients.
"He sure looks like Jack." Faye said, appearing behind Rose.
"How do you know Jack?" Rose asked, turning to face Faye.
"I was on Titanic with some guy named Carlson(A/N: If you played the Titanic game, you'll know who this is)and I saw him. Cute guy. His friend was cute too."
"He's dead you know. He died on. . . you know. . . "
"Yeah I know." Faye said, feeling her pain. "But maybe you can talk to this guy, he is Jack's brother you know." Faye told her, then dissappeared.
"He is his brother. That explains why they look so much alike." She thought, examining John's face.
"Could you clean him up?" Voilet asked her, helping another nurse with a paitent that got his leg blown off.
"Yeah sure." She reached for some disinfectent and a steril white cloth that was place by her side and got to work on cleaning him. He winced slightly at the solution's sting, but stayed quiet through the whole cleaning process. He had some nice cuts on his face, one on his cheekbone that needed stitches. How would she stitch him up? She knew nothing like that.
"I'll walk you through it." Faye's voice told Rose. Rose picked the needle and thread from the supplies up and let Faye walk her through it. John gritted his teeth and gripped the sheets in pain but that's all he did until she was done.
"Thanks." She thought quickly.
"No problem." Faye said. "I'm here if you need me."
Short, but this is an important part of the story. I'll explain John's background in the next chapter.