Watson's Woes 2019 - July 2 - Blood

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Title: Blood

Author: Pompey

Universe: late-era ACD

Rating: PG

Warnings: blood-related ickiness

Word count: 100

Summary:  Ernest Hemingway was an ambulance driver during WWI.  He meets a certain doctor in the field. 

A/N: I’m not very good at imitating Hemingway but he’s as different from Doyle’s flowing Victorian phrases as I could get.

Prompt: July 2 – in the style of another author

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Sun-baked blood doesn’t smell like copper.  Copper has a cleaner smell.  Sun-baked blood reeks of old meat.  Perhaps that was all that he carried now in his ambulance.  Not men.  Old meat.

 

The doctor was old himself.  Gray, mustached, British in efficiency.  In short order the men were unloaded onto the cots and being tended to.  He turned to leave.

 

“I need another set of hands here,” the doctor said, looking directly at him. 

 

He turned back and held down the soldier’s leg.  The doctor ignored the soldier’s screams and removed the shrapnel.  New blood poured out onto the old.