Re: No Known Cure (2b/?)
anonymous
August 4 2009, 18:27:19 UTC
Ten years pass since the attacks on the United States. There is still so much damage, though it is concentrated in the urban areas. Thousands of lives were lost. Most of the major American cities are in ruins, though rebuilding is taking place. Disease is running rampant through the country, leading some to suspect biological warfare. In light of this, many mobile medical teams are formed to help combat the sickness and help the wounded. The teams hop from city to city, state to state, offering as much aid as possible. One of the most successful teams is led by one Dr. John Tracy.
Today, Dr. Tracy is grinning like a loon. His overworked team is going to add a new member, a young doctor that apparently Tracy knows quite well.
“So who is this guy, Doc?” one of Tracy’s nurses, a woman named Rose, asked.
“An old patient of mine,” Tracy replied with a fond smile, “I met him during the attacks eight years ago. I was his inspiration in becoming a doctor.”
“You sound like a proud papa,” Tracy’s other nurse, Lily, snickered.
“In a way I am,” Tracy admitted, “When I first met him, the lad had amnesia. Which was sort of funny, since he didn’t have any head injuries…Anyway, I took care of him for a year before we split ways. I’m the only father figure he has ever known.”
“Amnesia, huh,” Rose hummed, “I supposed he eventually got his memory back then…”
“No, unfortunately,” Tracy sighed, “But he doesn’t let the fact bother him. He just goes about living life, trying to make a difference. Now that is courage.”
Tracy smiled as he spotted someone in the distance, “Speak of the devil…”
“Dr. Tracy!” an enthusiastic voice called out before the doctor was suddenly caught up in a bone crushing hug, “It’s been awhile! You’ve got gray hair now.”
“And you haven’t changed a bit, you great lummox,” Tracy laughed, stepping back to get a better look at the younger man, “You still have your baby face.”
The other doctor sticked his tongue out. The rest of Tracy’s team was rather surprised at the new doctor. Blond haired and blue eyed, he was very handsome, but also startlingly young. His face, even with the glasses perched on his nose to age it a bit, was that of a teenager. Baby face, indeed.
“Sheesh,” Lily laughed, “They keep making them younger and younger.”
“Hey!” the blond doctor protested, “I’m at least twenty-five.”
Today, Dr. Tracy is grinning like a loon. His overworked team is going to add a new member, a young doctor that apparently Tracy knows quite well.
“So who is this guy, Doc?” one of Tracy’s nurses, a woman named Rose, asked.
“An old patient of mine,” Tracy replied with a fond smile, “I met him during the attacks eight years ago. I was his inspiration in becoming a doctor.”
“You sound like a proud papa,” Tracy’s other nurse, Lily, snickered.
“In a way I am,” Tracy admitted, “When I first met him, the lad had amnesia. Which was sort of funny, since he didn’t have any head injuries…Anyway, I took care of him for a year before we split ways. I’m the only father figure he has ever known.”
“Amnesia, huh,” Rose hummed, “I supposed he eventually got his memory back then…”
“No, unfortunately,” Tracy sighed, “But he doesn’t let the fact bother him. He just goes about living life, trying to make a difference. Now that is courage.”
Tracy smiled as he spotted someone in the distance, “Speak of the devil…”
“Dr. Tracy!” an enthusiastic voice called out before the doctor was suddenly caught up in a bone crushing hug, “It’s been awhile! You’ve got gray hair now.”
“And you haven’t changed a bit, you great lummox,” Tracy laughed, stepping back to get a better look at the younger man, “You still have your baby face.”
The other doctor sticked his tongue out. The rest of Tracy’s team was rather surprised at the new doctor. Blond haired and blue eyed, he was very handsome, but also startlingly young. His face, even with the glasses perched on his nose to age it a bit, was that of a teenager. Baby face, indeed.
“Sheesh,” Lily laughed, “They keep making them younger and younger.”
“Hey!” the blond doctor protested, “I’m at least twenty-five.”
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Just to clarify, it's ten.
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