A young woman walks up to the decks in the front, holding a limping younger man with her, the man has a metal shard in his side, however the bandaging on him already seems rather poor in the least to say. The man also seems to be limping and only seems to be standing still thanks to the girl.
Ashley:"Excuse me... we just came from Omicron 74... the war is... getting bad... I... I've done all i can, his ship was hit and he was thrown into a pod... I... hes my son... i just... cant do much more then i have..."
She moves slightly, making her stand a bit more stability with the man
Leo:"M-mom.. i'm fine... just som...some minor... harm is..." Ashley: "No... your not, look at you, we were unable to remove that piece of shrapnel from your side none the less!"
Doreen was fresh from her vacation to Hamburg. Her hair down and a big smile, she was ready for work. It didn't take long as the man, helped by a woman, was brought into a room in the E.R. Taking a look and hearing the chatter, she saw a man that didn't realize just how badly hurt he really was. Some staff relieved the man's mother and assisted him onto a bed. As she examined, she spoke to him.
"How long ago did this happen?" she asked him. Realizing how deep the piece of metal was, she didn't wait. A quick scan revealed internal bleeding.
"Austin," she said to one of her team, "put him under. I need to get that out and now."
"Yes, Dr. Nagger," he replied.
She then gently smiled to the patient, "I need to get that out and I'll need to see just how badly it tore you up." She wouldn't allow him to speak, putting a finger softly over his lips and smiling, "save it for later."
While she worked, some staff comforted the man's mother and took a few questions before offering her a place to stay so that she could be with her son.
The man would wake several hours later in a bed, his mid section bandaged. Any pain was removed by his I.V.
A harried looking charity worker walks into the medical center. Looking decidedly nervous shifting his eyes about he seems to be looking for someone in charge to speak to. A receptionist looks up and asks, "Can I help you sir?"
Hurrying over, the man takes off his hat and replies, "I certainly hope so. I work for a charity center in a small town on the far side of the planet from the mooring point. Three days ago I had a visitor drop by, a young girl on holliday over there, and drop in a donation for the relief efforts here. I was wondering what to do with it..."
"Don't you have your own people to handle this sort of thing?", the receptionist asks puzzled.
"For our usual donation that isnt a problem. Mostly we handle small local efforts. My problem is well... we're not used to this kind of donation, and the young lady did request it go to medical and relief efforts."
"What kind of donation?"
"Ah... best see for yourself.", the man states showing a datapad he's been nervously clutching.
Glancing at the pad the receptionist's eyes winden with suprise, "I think there must be a mistake..."
"No. That's my problem there's no mistake. It was double checked by the staff on duty at the time, and we took full contact details. Authorization to withdraw one hundered million credits. We're not equipped to handle this kind of amount."
"Oh my.. I'd best try and find someone to speak to you as soon as possible!", as she gets on the commline to someone in charge of the medical center...
The young, tall red-head came around the corner, a cup of coffee in hand, her white coat on with her stethoscope around her neck.
"What's the problem, Connie?" she asked the receptionist as the strange man stood looking on.
"This," replied the receptionist with a stunned look as she pointed at the man's datapad.
"May I?" asked Doreen as she reached for it.
She then saw the authorization and looked at the man in shock, "Your serious? Are you trying to give that much to this institution? That's a very generous sum, Sir."
She paused a moment and escorted the man to a more private area to avoid prying eyes and ears, "I am Dr. Doreen Naggers, the chief resident of this facility. Um....what do you need in return? Most of our goods are off being used in relief efforts."
The man sits down in an offered chair and wipes his brow, and consults his notes as he speaks, "Well, ma'am... the young lady in question, a certain... Ms. Ashley Valent, of Erie current employed by... the Independant Miners Guild merely left us the donation with instructions to distribute it to the refugees and medical relief workers of Canaria."
Removing his spectacles to clean he continues, "Us being just a small local office, I though I'd head to the main medical center here near the capital so you could let us know where and which accounts would be best to redirect the funds into to aid in civillian relief work. My only instructions were that the funds be for non-military uses at the discretion of the organisations heading this effort. That being the case, perhapse you could get back to us with those details."
"The only other thing the child added was an apology she couldn't ship in four thousand tons of pharmaceuticals as her liner got shot up and was in Aland shipyard for major overhaul due to an attack by bandits in the Omegas just minutes before she came here for her vacation", he finishes, replacing his glasses. "I'm happy to wait until you can consult with any other relavant parties. Doctor Naggers"
Doreen sat with him, being re-assuring and soothing.
"You need not apologize for your friend not getting here, OK?" she assured him, "So long as she's OK then that's what matters."
"If you want, I can take the donation," she explained, "I do run the facility and it's finances so if you wish, I will take it."
She smiled and looked him in the face, "I can't thank you enough for what you're doing. I do hope your friend fully recovers."
"That suits me fine, Doctor. Thankfully the girl managed to flee safely to Aland shipyard without damage to life support or propulsion systems, thus she managed to vacation at Alex Garcia's residence as she planned.", withdrawing a thumb print scanner.
"Just place your ident here, and I'll verify the transfer my end once I get back to the office."
The man stands after the formalities, replacing his hat and shakes hands before departing.
//private message us an ingame name to /sendcash to, cheers.
She again smiled softly, "Of course, Dear." Then she placed her thumb.
As he began to walk away after he put his datapad away, she started asking, "There must be something I......"
He was gone. She could only wonder what would possess someone to give such a big gift of generosity.
For now though, she had patients to tend to, many of which were recovering from the fighting.
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