[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180304/836cb97b2f05e80d65b5fa8057d1a09d.png[/img][/center][hr][hr] [center][hider=][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXCKLJGLENs[/youtube][/hider][/center] [center][color=slateblue][i]"However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you..."[/i][/color][/center] A head full of bright red hair bounced along in time to the music, a pair of large purple headphones resting delicately against humbled ears. A soft tone drifted from heart shaped lips. It was a rare day when Harper had a day free of classes, clinicals and work. The sun seemed to shine even brighter as the young woman strolled along the streets of La Purisima. As she continued to walk, her arms flailed wildly about in time to the rhythm entering her soul. The sun's rays kissed at the thin strip of pale skin showing between a basic white tee and blue jeans, the strip becoming larger as her body danced with exuberance. Nothing could bring her down today. [h3][i]CRASH![/i][/h3] The sound of metal clashing together was close enough to break through the haunting love song playing in her ears. Her head whipped around quickly to eye the crash behind her, causing her ginger hair to twist about her neck. Bringing a hand up, she pulled the headphones away and slid them down to rest around the base of her throat. Blue eyes darted around to the witnesses scrambling to help the victims, several yelling out to dial for emergency services. Panicked voices cried out with agony from the wreckage. The scene caused the breath to become strangled in Harper's throat. She knew she should help- everything within her screamed to put her medical knowledge to use. Yet, the thought of having to touch a person in this condition... With a muffled whimper, Harper's fingers rushed to her jean pockets and frantically pulled out a pair of latex gloves. The material was enough to keep the contact minimal, yet not allow her grasp to become compromised. It was the best she could do with the situation. Once her armor was fully in place, the woman's thin legs took off in a sprint towards the disaster zone. It only took her mere moments to assess the worse of the crash. Her voice cut through the screams as she tried to hold back the bile rising in her throat. [color=slateblue]"I'm a nurse! Well, sort of...Going to be one day, I mean- I'm here to help!"[/color] She sucked in a breath as she studied each victim. [i]Elderly woman, late sixties to early seventies, blunt force trauma to the head, most likely due to the airbag deploying..[/i] Her gloved hands reached out to the woman's throat, her index and middle finger joining together at the junction. [i]Pulse faint but steady, just knocked unconscious, will survive..[/i] Her eyes sought out the next victim. [i]Young male, under ten years of age, no obvious sign of injury..[/i] Harper moved her hands to check his pulse. She shoved down the panic nipping at her chest. [i]No pulse, no pulse...Okay, don't freak out. Just like you've been taught. No sign of external injury, must be internal...Look for...Aha![/i] Her eyes glanced over the bruised abdomen that she had only moments ago bared to the light. She worried the inside of her lip with her teeth and she nodded to herself. [i]Okay, okay...Internal bleeding...What have you learned? Could be a ruptured spleen, liver, bowel...Holy hell, why did there have to be so many organs in the stomach?![/i] Dread crossed her face when she knew what she had to do. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she pulled her hand back before slowly easing off the glove from her left hand. As the material freed her skin, she kept sight of her trembling fingers as they hesitantly made her way back to the little boy. His life could hang in the balance. This was exactly the type of moment she had wanted to save her power for. She would just have to find a way to explain herself later. With a final glitch of hesitation, Harper brought her hand closer to the boy before gently brushing her fingertips across the injury. A strangled cry escaped her lips as her eyes glazed over. Her body trembled with the invasion of emotion- fright, anguish, fear, all exploded throughout her body at once. A bright pixelated ball appeared over the boy's abdomen, the edges fraying and sputtering with broken energy. In what seemed like hours, in truth just a few seconds, Harper could see the lining of the child's digestive system. She could see the mangled spleen nearly torn to shreds, causing blood to pool within his belly. With a gasp she quickly pulled away, causing herself to fall to the ground on her backside. Soon the world went black. The sound of sirens tore through her fog. Harper's eyes shot open, taking in the harsh color of the blue sky. She groaned in exhaustion before bringing her left hand up to rest against her temple. Black spots clouded her vision as her mind tried to remember what had transpired. Shadows rushed past her. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she rose a brow at seeing paramedics. Her eyes widened with the memory. [color=slateblue]"The boy!"[/color] Pressing the palms of her hands against the ground, she pushed herself up onto all fours. She scrambled the rest of the way to her feet before reaching the men. Her rapid breathing caught the attention of one of the paramedics and he turned to address her. [color=slateblue]"I'm a-a n-nurse...Boy-boy, spleen...Internal.."[/color] Harper furrowed her brows together and shoved the heel of her hand into her cramping side. [color=slateblue]"Internal bleeding...spleen, boy...Hospital.."[/color] The man nodded in understanding before returning his attention to the victims. Distancing herself from the wreckage, Harper desperately gasped for clean, fresh air. She could still feel the little boy's pain along her nerves. Needing a distraction, she pulled the headphones once more onto the top of her head and turned the volume all the way on high. The sound of The Cure muted everything else around her. Tears fell from the pools in her eyes as she took off in a run, praying that the adrenaline would help to burn the rest of the emotions away.