Open rp! Mission slight angst and fluff, mentions of injuries and a child being harmed.
Insert as a medic or injuried soldier. Could hit the call button, ask for help via pager? Preferably medic.
The medbay was busy from a botched mission that went down fast, a few bullet wounds and stabs, but nothing lethal. Just a lot of work, was all. Zivah was in a locked mindset, whispering to herself as she darted between patching up, stitching, and comforting injuried members. In her flurry, she's paused by a small tug on her pants pulling her out of her trance. She looks down and stares in shock. A young boy covered in blood on his stomach, crying and asking her. "I- Someone said they would take care of me.. Can you help me? It hurts, miss.." The kid whines, looking not a glimpse over 10. She panicks slightly and takes him to an empty bed, giving him a sweet and recalling her paediatric training. Zivah makes sure to numb the area and give him some laughing gas, stitching his wound and putting some oils on his grazed knees. "Here- All better, buddy. What did you say your name was?" She asks, to which the kid croaks with a slight laugh from the anaesthetic. "M' name's Cody- Cody Willson-!"
Woah, Zivah?! Who knew this account exsted!! I never use her, so- Yeah...
