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Andrew Carmichael strode briskly along toward the place where he'd been told International Rescue's medical contingent had set up. He was looking forward to seeing what he could of their technology and speaking with their physicians. Doctors Without Borders had sent along a crack team, and were liaising with the field hospital, hoping to take some of the burden from IR so they could go on to other places where they were needed.
As he came upon the clearing, he stopped and stared at the large, white vehicle that stood before him. The size of it fascinated him, and he wondered if he would be allowed inside. ~They certainly have tremendous equipment available to them, he thought.
Nikki, who was checking on some of the previously triaged patients, saw this seemingly able bodied man, with a caduceus on his polo shirt, staring at Thunderbird Seven.
~This must be the representative from Doctors Without Borders that I was told would be coming, she thought. One little tweak to the temporary bandage on the yellow tagged patient she was helping, then she straightened and approached the stranger.
"Sir, may I help you?" she asked politely.
Andrew started, then smiled at the dark-skinned woman in the soiled, light blue scrubs. "Yes, I think you can. I'm Dr. Andrew Carmichael, from Doctors Without Borders. I'm here to meet with your head physician to see how we can coordinate our efforts."
"Yes, sir. We've been expecting you. Let me tell our CMO that you're here."
Inside Thunderbird Seven, Dianne was gluing up a long gash in a man's leg, using her surgical laser to set the glue. Dom had just come in with fresh bandages for the wound when Dianne heard Nikki's voice in her ear phone.
"Doc?"
"Go ahead, Angel."
"Dr. Carmichael, from Doctors Without Borders, is here to see you."
Dianne suddenly stopped what she was doing, and her eyes went wide. Dom was concerned when he saw her pale.
She took a deep breath and asked, "Dr. Andrew Carmichael?"
Outside, Nikki frowned a bit, looked up at the man standing beside her, and replied, "Yes. Dr. Andrew Carmichael."
Dianne breathed out heavily, and swallowed hard. She hefted the laser again, and went back to finishing the job. "Tell him that Ah'm in th' middle of a procedure an' Ah'll be with him in a few minutes."
"Yes, Doc," Nikki replied. She relayed the message to Andrew, who nodded, then she said, "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work."
In the surgical bay, Dom asked, "Is there something wrong, Doc?"
She shook her head. "Nothin' Ah can't handle, Dak." Standing up, she looked critically at her work. "If you'd be so kind as t' finish with th' dressin', Ah'll tend t' owah visituh."
"F-A-B," Dom said. They switched places, and Dom began to dress the wound as Dianne took a moment to wash her hands and arms thoroughly. She then reached into her locker and pulled out her cap, turning it in her hands, her eyes unfocused as if she had something important to think about. Then she nodded, put the cap firmly on her head, and left the surgical bay, striding across to the operator's cabin.
Andrew frowned a bit as he watched Nikki work. He has assumed that IR had several medical personnel, but so far all he had seen was the one nurse. He looked up as the doors slid open and a black-haired man, pale of skin, and wearing the same scrubs as "Angel" came out, supporting a man with a dressed leg, helping him to the ground level where a woman and two children waited for him. The male nurse went back inside, and came out with a stretcher, and between them, the woman and the man helped another victim into the confines of the white vehicle. The dark woman returned to the triage area, then stood suddenly, putting a hand to one ear as if listening, and approached Andrew.
"Our physician will see you now. If you'll climb into the control cab..." She indicated one of the doors marked with a large red "7".
"Thank you," Andrew said, nodding again. He strode over to the machine and climbed the rungs. The door opened for him with an audible swish, and he stepped into a cool, air conditioned pilot's cabin.
There was someone sitting in the central chair, with the back of the chair turned to him, and he approached, only to be halted by a raised, gloved hand.
"I'm Dr. Andrew Carmichael of Doctors Without Borders," he said firmly. "I've come to offer our help."
"Ah know who you are, Dr. Cahmichael," said a raspy, but strangely familiar voice. "An' Ah know why you're heah. Ah'm not sure we can be of assistance t' each othuh."
"Now, wait a minute," Andrew began, his temper rising at this woman's - for he could tell the doctor was female - high-handedness. "I'm sure we can be of help to you. Just tell us what you need, and we'll provide it. We may not have the wonderful equipment you have, but we do have manpower, which you seem to be sorely lacking."
"We do fahne with what we have, suh," the woman replied.
"I'm sure you do, but..." Andrew's voice trailed off as his mind, which had been trying frantically to place the voice, came up with an insane, impossible answer, one that made him feel like he'd been hit in the stomach. His eyes widened, his face took on an expression of incredulity, and he took in a sharp, deep breath, letting it out all at once.
"Dianne?" he asked, softly and hesitantly.
There was a sigh, weary beyond belief, and the chair turned towards him. The woman removed her cap, then her visor, and looking up at him with a resigned expression was his own niece, Dianne Tracy.
"Hello, Uncle Drew."
rewritten and posted by Tikatu
  
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