Post by The Doctor plus one on May 31, 2008 14:40:01 GMT -5
Wednesday, October 15th, 1879
Lost Haven, for a few weeks it had been their home, but Charles had encountered enough work already. It was a typical boomtown in the west, not that he had any experience with those. People got shot, stabbed, hit. They had uncomfortable encounters with the hooves of horses and mules or even wagon wheels. There was really enough work for just one doctor. And Charles had to admit one thing, it felt still more comfortable than Boston or New York.
What a journey it had been. From Japan to China, then to Europe into Austria, then Germany, France, England and then to New York, Boston and, after staying there a few weeks, finally into the West. O-Suzu had taken the change relatively well. But then again, she was always interested in learning something new and that journey had given her the opportunity to do so.
Now they were stuck in Lost Haven. His brothers would have certainly called it that. But Charles didn't see it like that. Stuck? No, not really. He saw it as an opportunity for something new. It was another chapter in the book of life. Oh damn, O-Hina's view of the world had influenced him more than expected, hadn't it? O-Hina...
Charles took a deep breath and had a short look into the blue sky. Ever since her death he had stopped seeing women as women. They were just non-men for him. It was not a surprise, though. O-Hina had been the one for him. A pity, he should have married her. “What? Marry? I'm running an inn! What will people say if I'm to marry one of my customers?” That was what O-Hina would have said to such an idea. No, they had never married, but in the end their relationship had been like marriage.
“Thank you, doctor.”
The voice pulled Charles back into reality. “No worries,” he replied. “If he has any further problems you know where to find me.” Another good deed done, another life saved? No, not really saved. Just a minor injury, nothing spectacular. At least not for him, but for those people, who knew nothing about medicine, some of his deeds were certainly miracles. He mounted his small carriage and grabbed the reigns. After tipping his right hand against the brim of his hat he snapped the reigns and the horse trotted off, pulling the doctor's carriage along with him. O-Suzu would be waiting already. She'd be busy with people coming to the office while he was making his little visits.
The carriage passed several older buildings -old was really just a matter of view, Lost Haven was only two years old- and entered the new area of the town. Lost Haven, since it was a boomtown, was growing and growing. It was quite amazing to watch, but he didn't really have the time for that. There was one last visit he had to make so he steered the horse towards the outskirts of town. However, he didn't manage to get there.
There was a crash, then a scream followed quickly by people shouting. What had happened? Mule versus human? Wagon versus mule? Something like that. Doctor Franklin stopped his horse and climbed off his carriage. After picking up his bag he made his way through the crowd. A transport carriage had crashed, as it seemed because one of the wheels had given in. Too bad that the whole thing was now pinning a man down. But luckily for him a group of strong fellows was already working to get him out. “Let me through,” doctor Franklin ordered and made it there just in time. They pulled the man out and Charles could see right away that the was bleeding badly. Not to mention the bone that had pierced flesh and skin and was now sticking out. This called for quick and drastic measures.
“Give me a hand,” he said to the man next to him, but instead of helping he backed off. Normal people... a bone sticking out of a leg made them falter. “You there,” he pointed at a young man, “come here, give me a hand. Move!”
Lost Haven, for a few weeks it had been their home, but Charles had encountered enough work already. It was a typical boomtown in the west, not that he had any experience with those. People got shot, stabbed, hit. They had uncomfortable encounters with the hooves of horses and mules or even wagon wheels. There was really enough work for just one doctor. And Charles had to admit one thing, it felt still more comfortable than Boston or New York.
What a journey it had been. From Japan to China, then to Europe into Austria, then Germany, France, England and then to New York, Boston and, after staying there a few weeks, finally into the West. O-Suzu had taken the change relatively well. But then again, she was always interested in learning something new and that journey had given her the opportunity to do so.
Now they were stuck in Lost Haven. His brothers would have certainly called it that. But Charles didn't see it like that. Stuck? No, not really. He saw it as an opportunity for something new. It was another chapter in the book of life. Oh damn, O-Hina's view of the world had influenced him more than expected, hadn't it? O-Hina...
Charles took a deep breath and had a short look into the blue sky. Ever since her death he had stopped seeing women as women. They were just non-men for him. It was not a surprise, though. O-Hina had been the one for him. A pity, he should have married her. “What? Marry? I'm running an inn! What will people say if I'm to marry one of my customers?” That was what O-Hina would have said to such an idea. No, they had never married, but in the end their relationship had been like marriage.
“Thank you, doctor.”
The voice pulled Charles back into reality. “No worries,” he replied. “If he has any further problems you know where to find me.” Another good deed done, another life saved? No, not really saved. Just a minor injury, nothing spectacular. At least not for him, but for those people, who knew nothing about medicine, some of his deeds were certainly miracles. He mounted his small carriage and grabbed the reigns. After tipping his right hand against the brim of his hat he snapped the reigns and the horse trotted off, pulling the doctor's carriage along with him. O-Suzu would be waiting already. She'd be busy with people coming to the office while he was making his little visits.
The carriage passed several older buildings -old was really just a matter of view, Lost Haven was only two years old- and entered the new area of the town. Lost Haven, since it was a boomtown, was growing and growing. It was quite amazing to watch, but he didn't really have the time for that. There was one last visit he had to make so he steered the horse towards the outskirts of town. However, he didn't manage to get there.
There was a crash, then a scream followed quickly by people shouting. What had happened? Mule versus human? Wagon versus mule? Something like that. Doctor Franklin stopped his horse and climbed off his carriage. After picking up his bag he made his way through the crowd. A transport carriage had crashed, as it seemed because one of the wheels had given in. Too bad that the whole thing was now pinning a man down. But luckily for him a group of strong fellows was already working to get him out. “Let me through,” doctor Franklin ordered and made it there just in time. They pulled the man out and Charles could see right away that the was bleeding badly. Not to mention the bone that had pierced flesh and skin and was now sticking out. This called for quick and drastic measures.
“Give me a hand,” he said to the man next to him, but instead of helping he backed off. Normal people... a bone sticking out of a leg made them falter. “You there,” he pointed at a young man, “come here, give me a hand. Move!”