Post by Trish Winter on Jun 1, 2013 16:25:26 GMT
Trish was not the only medic in the clan and was thankful for the wide range of skills everyone brought in to try and survive. The biggest issue she found with being a medic in these times now is the limited stock she had to work with and knowing which drugs could keep being used past there expiry date and which just became poisonous to the body if used.
Trish sat cross legged on the floor of the old strip club/bar, not really caring of the condition of the floor. If it was in the old times she would have been afraid to even kneel on the floor of a place such as this, fearing that her uniform pants would never come off the floor or that she be kneeling in some substance that would make grandmothers faint. But now it didn’t even cross her mind anymore every time she came into the store house. The woman let out a sigh as she bushed the hair falling in front of her face back, writing down the names of all the medical stock present, it was time consuming but at least it kept her busy. Glancing down at the list Trish was noticing a lack of certain items that would be rather helpful, however it be trying to find a needle in a haystack in town, unless they tried to raid a hospital.
Trish let out a groan with her way of thinking and spoke out loud without thinking and to no one “It will be easier trying to get my hands on an 18th century apothecary cook book” moving her legs out from the crossed position she leaned back, fingers gracing the baseball bat beside her. She looked at the ceiling and laughed slightly “You know that’s not as stupid as it sounds, but who would risk there life for a book” . She closed her eyes for a moment basking in the silence of the store house, a slight smile crossing her lips as she let her mind wander for a second on more pleasant thought.
(WORDS)347
(TAGGED) Open
(OUTFIT) Outfit
(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics by Paramore - Ignorance!
