[u]Bach Mai Hospita, Hanoi[/u]

The smell of antiseptic cleaner filled the air but she was so used to it she rarely noticed now. Based on the face of the man who passed her in the hall he was not used to it. Yvette suppressed a smile at the man's sour face. In truth it wasn't so bad. Harsh at times and it did seep into her uniform and skin but it was nothing a bath and some oil could not get rid of. It meant though that the place was clean and sterile.  For the men recovering here that was the top priority.

That and ensuring they were not in pain.

She pulled on the thin chain of her watch, checking the time. Soon she would begin rounds with the doctor to check on the patients.  As Yvette tucked the tiny watch back into her apron pocket she heard a slight commotion from a nearby room.  

The man there was a newer arrival to the hospital. She had not yet been in to see him, in fact he would be one of the new patients they saw on rounds but the rustling told her that he was awake now.

Yvette knew he had been unconscious when they brought him in and she knew he would be confused, disoriented and likely in a great deal of pain now if he was waking.

She entered the room and crossed quickly to his bedside. "It's alright. You are in the hospital in Hanoi. They sent you here to recover."  

Yvette moved to the bedside table and poured some water from the waiting pitcher into a glass. "Here, your throat will be very dry."

She sat on the bed, near his chest and moved the glass to his lips. She prayed for him to be calm. Some of the men turned violent when agitated and at only 5'4 she was not able to fend them off, hold them down or stop them from hurting themselves or her. She could scream for help but that tended to cause a huge commotion and startle the other patients. She only hoped he was aware enough to know she was there to help him.