05-12-2025, 04:16 PM
Things were calming down. It was a light day with simple injuries that Anita could help with. It made things easier and people began to move on. The preacher man gave a final benediction as he finished up and that’s when her attention was drawn to the conflict. The preacher man faced one of the refugees who was angry. Anita could understand that. Resentment was something normal in areas like this. She honestly hoped that the preacher wouldn’t allow this to color his attitude towards the refugees and poor. Most of them were grateful even if his message was falling on mostly deaf ears.
Anita as well as the refugees watched it unfold. Then she saw it; an image overlay the two men. A hazy image of the aggressor pushing the preacher and the preacher falling to the ground hard. Hayden told her she was a prophet of some sort. So she figured out she was seeing the future. She couldn’t prevent the fall, but she could respond quicker. She grabbed her bag and headed over to the preacher.
By the time she arrived, the aggressor had left and the others were keeping their distance. Some watched with curiosity, but most ignored it. ”Im Anita - I’m a paramedic.” she said as a means of explanation as she began to visually examine him.
He didn’t look too dazed and his eyes appeared clear. He had a hand at his side and the other was bleeding. As she did this, she removed her old gloves, sanitized her hands, and put on a new pair with practiced ease. The big issue would likely be the pain in the side. The hand wound was bleeding and was superficial. She began to clean the wound and wrap it as she asked a couple of questions. ”Can you tell me your name please?” it was a simple question to establish if he was coherent. It was also polite to ask. ”Did you hit your head as you fell? Any pain besides the side of the scraped hand?”
The only reason why she did anything with the hand first was because she could easily do it while getting information from the preacher. Wrapping a hand was almost second nature to her, and she did it with the speed on someone who had practiced the motions daily. The motions and the time of her voice did indicate that she actually cared and wanted to help this man.
[[Roll for prophetic vision 12+2=14 - success]]
Anita as well as the refugees watched it unfold. Then she saw it; an image overlay the two men. A hazy image of the aggressor pushing the preacher and the preacher falling to the ground hard. Hayden told her she was a prophet of some sort. So she figured out she was seeing the future. She couldn’t prevent the fall, but she could respond quicker. She grabbed her bag and headed over to the preacher.
By the time she arrived, the aggressor had left and the others were keeping their distance. Some watched with curiosity, but most ignored it. ”Im Anita - I’m a paramedic.” she said as a means of explanation as she began to visually examine him.
He didn’t look too dazed and his eyes appeared clear. He had a hand at his side and the other was bleeding. As she did this, she removed her old gloves, sanitized her hands, and put on a new pair with practiced ease. The big issue would likely be the pain in the side. The hand wound was bleeding and was superficial. She began to clean the wound and wrap it as she asked a couple of questions. ”Can you tell me your name please?” it was a simple question to establish if he was coherent. It was also polite to ask. ”Did you hit your head as you fell? Any pain besides the side of the scraped hand?”
The only reason why she did anything with the hand first was because she could easily do it while getting information from the preacher. Wrapping a hand was almost second nature to her, and she did it with the speed on someone who had practiced the motions daily. The motions and the time of her voice did indicate that she actually cared and wanted to help this man.
[[Roll for prophetic vision 12+2=14 - success]]