Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 1:55:57 GMT -5
Belle had immediately offered her help in any way once the war had started, and was at first denied, too young, not enough know how and what have you. But now, three months later, she was there as a 'nurse'. Once the wounded had started coming in by the dozens, she had offered to help once again. After hearing what she knew about medical practices from the multitudes of books she had read, she was allowed to assist.
Belle quickly learned that seeing wounds in a book, and seeing them on someone you knew would two polarly opposite things. In a book there was no face, just the wound. No screams from the pain, no blood spilling onto the floor. Out of the book..., she had to stitch up her friends, dress their wounds, tell them how serious or not their injuries were. Through it all, she had not shed a tear. She had forced them all back for the sake of other people. 'No one wants to see someone whose supposed to be taking care of you , crying. It's sad, but tears won't make a difference or help anyone. Get yourself together Belle...' She had thought. And it had worked for a time. She had even managed to smile once in awhile to try and cheer someone up.
Now, donned in her blue dress she had adopted as her working outfit, she walked own a hallway to get get more bandages. The blue faded from washings, the apron stained with remnants of blood and sterilizing liquids. Her hair was always pulled back now, when it had spent so long down in delicate waves. Her black flats tapped quietly on the floor as she walked. Thats when the tears started to well up in her eyes. She blinked a few times, urging them to go back where they came from, her pace picking up. Her silent determination got the best of her as she looked downward to stop the near tears when she turned a corner, causing her to bump right into someone.
Belle quickly learned that seeing wounds in a book, and seeing them on someone you knew would two polarly opposite things. In a book there was no face, just the wound. No screams from the pain, no blood spilling onto the floor. Out of the book..., she had to stitch up her friends, dress their wounds, tell them how serious or not their injuries were. Through it all, she had not shed a tear. She had forced them all back for the sake of other people. 'No one wants to see someone whose supposed to be taking care of you , crying. It's sad, but tears won't make a difference or help anyone. Get yourself together Belle...' She had thought. And it had worked for a time. She had even managed to smile once in awhile to try and cheer someone up.
Now, donned in her blue dress she had adopted as her working outfit, she walked own a hallway to get get more bandages. The blue faded from washings, the apron stained with remnants of blood and sterilizing liquids. Her hair was always pulled back now, when it had spent so long down in delicate waves. Her black flats tapped quietly on the floor as she walked. Thats when the tears started to well up in her eyes. She blinked a few times, urging them to go back where they came from, her pace picking up. Her silent determination got the best of her as she looked downward to stop the near tears when she turned a corner, causing her to bump right into someone.