Herbert Medical And Technology
Blaze sat at his desk, the papers in front of him a blur as his thoughts drifted away from work and anchored firmly on Savannah. The hum of the office felt distant, like the low tide lapping at a shore far away. He glanced at the clock again, its hands ticking slowly, a reminder of the hours since she'd left for the island.
He tried calling her all night, his phone an extension of his worry, but each ring met with silence. The network on the island was likely nonexistent, just as he feared. How was she? Was she eating well? Sleeping okay? The questions swirled in his mind like the ocean currents around her remote paradise. Plus he hadn't seen her for so amny good days, he wanted to see her and hear her voice asap, it's like he was missing on his doses.
Just then, a knock broke through his reverie. It was Arthur, his secretary, standing in the doorway with a thick file in hand. Blaze straightened in his chair, forcing himself to focus, "Here's the report on the island," Arthur said, placing the file on Blaze's desk with a soft thud.
Blaze picked it up, flipping through the pages filled with details about the community Savannah had gone to volunteer in. He scanned the sections on local customs, available resources, and the challenges the island faced. Each piece of information felt like a thread pulling him closer to her, yet also a reminder of the distance that separated them.
"Anything important?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow, sensing Blaze's distracted state.
"Just... reading about the island," Blaze murmured, his thoughts still drifting toward Savannah. "I worry about her."
Arthur nodded, understanding. "It's a tough place, but she's strong. You know that."
Blaze sighed, a mix of admiration and concern flooding through him. "Yeah, I know. But she's out there alone, doing something so selfless. I just hope she's okay."
Arthur nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "She's probably busy making a difference, just like you admire her for. You should take a break too?, You've an important meeting ahead"
Blaze focused on content "Yeah"
Arthur nodded again, his expression softening. "You care about her a lot, don't you?" this was the first time Arthur had ever talked about Savannah to him and in this way, he had never dared to talk about this topic to him, he was afraid his Boss wouldn't like that.
Blaze looked down at the file, feeling the weight of his feelings in every word on the page. "I do. More than I thought I could." and Blaze admitted to his Secretary for the first time although it was abovious from the very first day.
Blaze absorbed details about the community Savannah was helping. The challenges, the resources-everything felt vital, as if the file could somehow bridge the distance between them. Each line he read only fueled his worry, and he dialed her number one more time, the call ringing unanswered once again.
"Damn it," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.
"Still no luck?" Arthur asked, concern etching his features.
"No," Blaze sighed, closing the file and looking Arthur squarely in the eyes. "Let's get going."
Arthur glanced at his wrist watch "We have an hour before the mee--"
"Forget the meeting," Blaze interrupted, his voice firm. "We're going to the island."
Arthur hesitated, processing Blaze's intensity. "You're serious?"
"Absolutely. I need to know she's okay."
With a resigned sigh, Arthur nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Alright, let me make some calls. I'll arrange the flight."
Blaze felt a rush of relief mixed with urgency. Every moment felt crucial; every second spent worrying was a second too long. He grabbed his Blazer and started gathering the essentials from his desk, his mind racing with thoughts of Savannah. The meeting could wait. Right now, all he could think about was getting to her, ensuring she was safe and sound. As Blaze left the office. The papers, the meetings, the demands-they all faded into the background. His heart was set on one thing: reaching Savannah, the woman who had captured his heart, even from miles away.
He was coming for her, whether she was ready or not.
Island
Savannah stood under the warm sun, the sound of waves gently crashing against the shore a comforting backdrop to the bustling activity around her. Today was a big day-free health check-ups for the island's residents. She had set up her station, a simple table adorned with colorful charts and supplies, ready to welcome the community with a warm smile.
Beside her was Alex, the youngest volunteer, his enthusiasm contagious. They had teamed up to handle the assessments, and Savannah admired his eagerness to learn. As they greeted each person, she felt a sense of purpose swell within her. This was why she was here-connecting with the people, understanding their needs, and making a difference, however small.
"Good morning!" she called out cheerfully to an elderly woman who approached, leaning heavily on a cane. "How are you feeling today?"
The woman smiled, her face crinkling with age and warmth. "Better now that you're here, dear."
Savannah laughed softly, noting how their spirits lifted just from having someone to talk to. "Let's take a look at your blood pressure first, shall we?"
As the morning unfolded, she and Alex moved seamlessly from one patient to the next. They asked questions, listened intently, and made notes. Most people reported minor issues -aches and pains common to island life. But then, a young man stepped up, his face etched with concern.
"Hello there," Savannah greeted him, her tone shifting to a more serious one as she noticed his anxious demeanor. "What brings you to us today?"
He hesitated, fidgeting with his hands. "I've been feeling really tired lately... and sometimes my chest hurts."
Savannah's heart sank a little. She shared a glance with Alex, who was already reaching for the stethoscope. "Okay, let's take a closer look. Can you tell me when you first noticed these symptoms?"
But as they prepped for the next patient, a sudden, piercing scream shattered the air.
Savannah's heart raced as she exchanged a glance with Alex. Without a word, they both jumped up and sprinted toward the sound, fear prickling at the edges of Savannah's mind. As they rounded the corner, she spotted a small figure on the ground, a child, drenched in blood.
Panic surged through her as she rushed to the boy, who was lay lifelessly on the ground, tears streaming down his face. His left leg was badly cut, blood seeping from the wound, and his forehead was bruised where he must have hit a rock when he fell. The sight of his injury was a gut-wrenching reminder of loss, and for a fleeting moment, she saw a reflection of her own son in the terrified boy.
"What happened?"" she asked his mother who was just crying for her son, Savannah couldnt get the answer.
"It's going to be fine" he whimpered, his eyes wide with fear.
Savannah assured his mother. "Can you tell me what happened?"
As she stammered out the story, Savannah quickly assessed the situation. He had been trying to help his mother with a saw when he lost his balance, cutting his leg and hitting his head. The urgency of the situation pressed against her, and she turned to Alex, whose face mirrored her concern.
"Alex, I need you to help me stop the bleeding. We have to get him to my place quickly," she instructed, her voice firm.
Alex nodded, though worry flickered in his eyes. He quickly grabbed a clean cloth from their supplies and moved to Child's side. Savannah gently lifted the boy, cradling him in her arms despite the sticky warmth of the blood. She could feel his small body trembling, and her heart ached for him.
"Stay with me, baby. You're going to be alright" she said, trying to keep him calm as they hurried toward her hut. The distance felt endless, each step heavy with urgency.
As they reached her Hut, Savannah carefully laid the child down on a makeshift bed. Her mind raced as she gathered the necessary supplies-bandages, antiseptic, and gauze. She forced herself to focus, pushing aside the haunting memories of her own loss. This child needed her, and she couldn't let fear paralyze her.
"Alex, hold his leg steady while I clean the wound," she directed. Alex nodded, his expression serious. She could see he was worried not just for the child but for her as well.
As she worked, the reality of the situation struck her. She was no stranger to medical emergencies, but this one felt personal. Every move reminded her of her own child, and she fought to keep her emotions in check. She couldn't let the past dictate her ability to help this boy.
"Baby, you're so brave," she encouraged, applying pressure to the wound to the unconcious child. "Just a little longer, okay? You're going to be alright."
Savannah finished cleaning the wound and wrapped it tightly, her hands steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Now, let's check head." she said to Blaze.
As she tended to the bruise, she glanced at Alex, who was observing intently. "You're doing great," she said, grateful for his support.
After what felt like an eternity, Savannah finally stepped back, breathing a sigh of relief. "I think he'll be okay. We just need to keep an eye on him for a bit."
Alex looked up at her. "You did great" he whispered.
Savannah smiled, her heart swelling with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thankyou"
Next Day
Savannah stood outside her hut, organizing supplies for the day's health checks. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the island, and she felt a sense of purpose as she arranged bandages and medications. This was her routine, and she loved every moment of it.
Suddenly, she noticed Luc, the head of the volunteer team, approaching with a serious expression. He called for everyone to gather, his tone urgent. Savannah's heart sank slightly as she sensed the gravity of the situation.
As the fifteen volunteers assembled, she moved closer to hear what was going on. Luc cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the group. "Listen up, everyone. Last night, the nearby village was hit hard by a flood. It's severe, and the people there need immediate medical assistance. We have to respond quickly."
A murmur of concern rippled through the group. Savannah's stomach knotted as she imagined the devastation. "How bad is it?" she whispered to the person next to her.
"Pretty bad," they replied, their voice low. "They're going to need a lot of help."
Luc continued, "We'll be providing a boat to take us there, but it's going to be a long journey. It might be dangerous, and we need to be prepared for the worst. Who's ready to go?"
Silence fell over the group, and Savannah watched as her fellow volunteers shifted uneasily. One by one, they began to back away, citing fears and doubts. A wave of disappointment washed over her; she understood their hesitation, but deep down, she felt a strong pull to help.
After a few moments of hesitation, Savannah raised her hand, stepping forward. "I'll go."
The room fell silent again, surprise etched on everyone's faces. Some looked at her with disbelief; they knew how dire the situation would be. "Savannah, are you sure?" one of them asked, concern evident.
"I have to go. They need us," she replied, her voice steady.
Just as the tension in the room seemed to hang heavy, Alex, the youngest volunteer, hesitated but then raised his hand too. "I'll go as well," he said, his voice firm. Savannah turned to him, taken aback by his bravery.
"You want to come?" she asked, surprised yet grateful.
"Yeah, I do. Someone has to look out for you," he said, his expression serious but a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes.
She felt a warmth spread through her at his words. It gave her strength.
"Alright, then," Daniel said, breaking the moment. "We leave in twenty minutes. Gather your supplies and meet at the dock."
As Savannah and Alex hurried to prepare, she felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was exactly why she had come to the island to make a difference when it mattered most.
"Are you really okay with this?" Alex asked as they packed a first aid kit together. "Absolutely. We can't just leave those people to suffer," she said, her determination unwavering.
Alex nodded, his respect for her growing. "I admire that about you. You're always willing to help."
They finished gathering supplies, the urgency of the mission propelling them forward. As they approached the dock, Savannah felt her heart race. Whatever challenges awaited them on the other side of the water, she was ready to face them. This was what it meant to be part of a community-to step up when it counted. And with Alex by her side, she felt a little less alone in the fight ahead.
Author's Note :
Happy reading<3
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