Doomsday: Hell on Earth

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Better than ending up like him... you know sometimes I feel like a red shirt with lines... odd isn't it?"
He moved Edward into a more comfortable position and started towards the field hospital.

[Armalite_]

Spike jogged off after Shiro and quickly caught up, taking point. Marines had this area sealed off as best they could. Spike noted the slight shifting of adjusting rifle barrels protruding through a number of windows in almost every building. A few of them were aimed at the squad. The field hospital was in view. It was built outside what was left of the French parliament building and set up like an armoury. Guarded like one too. With the two anti-air systems and machine gun nests positioned at the enterance, this place was tight and still there was no sound but the clumping of their boots under their feet.

[Resa F]

Gazing around at the fortifications Edward whistled under his breath. "Jeez they got this place sealed up tighter than the Popes marbles. You guys gonna stay here after getting rid of me?" He said.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Heh, why woud we get rid of you? We need you patched up if you are gonna come back on the squad again."
He walked slowly by the doors, to not arouse suspicion, and into the hospital. There were marines everywhere in varying degrees of wounding. Some were walking around, some limping, some lying on beds opened like pea pods.
"Holy **** sir... what happened here..."

[Armalite_]

Spike walked into the hospital after Shiro and Edward. He looked around at all the moaning soldiers rolling around in discomfort. There was a doctor next to him working anxiously with a number of scary looking instruments. A stream of blood squirted out of the wound. Spike was quick enough to dodge it. The doctor looked up. "Mind handing me that bucket, Private?" Spike turned around and took hold of the blood stained bucket filled with soiled gauze and shrapnel pieces and handed it over to the medic. He gagged at the smell when it came close. The doctor took hold of it and placed it under the operating table. Spike watched a blood began to pour off the table and into the bucket. Making a face, he lifted his balaclava back over his mouth and nose and walked away.

[Gabag]

Dr. McCormick was only one doctor. There was no way the Marine Corp expected him to take care of an entire company. While he worked on Pvt. Jarvas... plenty of other marines were dying, screaming for his help.

But he had a purpose, people to help.

Still working from where he stood, he gave only quick glances at the soldiers.

"What can I do for you boys... as you can see my hands are quite full here"

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro walked up to the Doctor.
"Nothing I cannot handle myself, Doctor. I can see that you have your hands full. Lance Corperal Shiro Chan of the NATO Armed Medical Response. If you need a hand sir..."

[Armalite_]

Spike looked around at all the moaning soldiers. He suddenly felt something cling to his sleeve. What he saw startled him. He looked down to see a soldier who'd been recently brought in and had taken a nasty hit. Both his right arm and leg had been blown off while the flesh on the left side of his face was barely attached and chunks off cheek tissue clung on by thin pieces of skin. The soldier was clinging onto Spike's sleeve and looked into his eyes.

 "...Kill me..." His words were barely a whisper. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, running down his face and burning the exposed muscle. The soldier winced in pain. In fact, it caused him to cry more and only lead to more salt in his wounds. "KILL ME!" He soldier tried to yell. Those words came out as a soft spoken cry. Spike looked down at his side arm and then at the soldier who still clung to his sleeve, staring him in the eyes. Spike looked around. He looked around and then down on his vest. He opened one of his pockets and pulled out his field kit. He dug around inside for a little while while the wounded man looked on in confusion. "One sec." Spike said. The fox pulled out a small packett of morphine attached to a needle. He pulled off the packing and held it up to the soldier's eyes. Spike smiled when he saw the small glimmer of hope in the soldier's eyes. One second later, Spike rammed the needle into the soldier's leg. He felt the grip on his arm slowly release. "You're welcome." Spike said before he walked off and back out of the medical tent. He needed some air.

[Resa F]

(OOC-Just FYI I'm off to Scotland on Scout camp till next Saturday, so no interwebs. Don't have too much fun without me...)

[Alice The Necrofox]

((we will probably just be fixing your legs ))

[Resa F]

((So I can get off your back... Awful pun intended...))

[Armalite_]

Spike walked around outside. Marines were manned machine gun nests and anti-air guns sat around and watched Spike watch them. The fox lit up a cigarette and headed in the direction of the command post. He watched as soldiers ran around with papers, scaled maps, deciphered messages, and pin pointed attack points. He watched with minor interest before he spotted a table which held coffee and hot water. Spike's eyes wandered as if searching for some figure to come out and yell at him should he be caught "stealing it." He quickly rushed over and poured, working as fast as he would when dismantling his rifle. He quickly made off with his cup with success. He made it outside and took a sip. "Oh God..." He took another sip. "...Oh my sweet Jesus this is good!!!" He bounced with excitement while other soldiers watched on in bewilderment. It was his first coffee in a month. He walked over to a marine in a .50 machinegun nest and hopped in beside him. "How's it going?" He asked.

"Streets have been quiet for about 2 hours now." The soldier replied while carefully scanning the empty road before he noticed Spike's coffee. Spike stared back at him for a moment before taking another sip. There was a short pause while Spike dared the soldier to say something about it but instead went back to scanning.

[Alice The Necrofox]

((Hey Gabag, my character is waiting for your doctor))

[Gabag]

(Sorry i've been busy with life, friends, family, and cookies)

"Alright, I need you to help me remove a bullet from this man's vein... grab onto the bullet, and on the count of three, yank it out"

Dr. McCormick said to the new medic.

He turned to Pvt. Rameriz.
"Alright Private... this will hurt, but if we don't do this... you'll die... so you need to bear through the pain"