Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The field hospital just outside of Munich was always full. As soon as one soldier was released (either back into battle or home), another one had filled his bed within a couple of hours. The hospital had once been the largest and most prestiguous civilian hospital in Germany, but it had been absolutely necessary that the military take over the place as both a safe haven and medical treatment center for injured Nazi soldiers. The Fuhurer needed his soldiers in their best shape possible, and it was Munich Gen's responsibility to make sure that happened.
Elsa Gruenhagen had been a nurse at Munich General while it was a civilian hospital. She was going to leave the hospital when the Nazis took it over, but because of her experience with the hospital and her years of service, they offered her a promotion to Head of Ward if she agreed to stay. There was no way she could refuse that, so she stayed. She was now the Head Nurse of Ward 3, or the moderate ward. The soldiers that came to her ward would stay for at least three weeks for surgeries and recovery, but none of them were critical.
Elsa was an average sized woman of about five foot four. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and light blue eyes. She wasn't the perfect German woman because of her hair, but she was still very pretty and had a certain charm to her. She was curvy and proud of it, though she never flaunted it. She always kept her hair up in a tight bun under her nurse's cap and she always wore her uniform to work, she never broke code like some of the new nurses did.
She may have only been twenty-five, but she had more experience than almost every other nurse at Munich Gen. She'd been a nurse since she was eighteen. She had wanted to settle down with a family, but she knew that winning this war was more important, and she could wait.
It was a sunny Monday when the alarm bell rang. Elsa sprung up from her desk and went running to the doors, opening them so the medics could come through with the stretcher. A man lay there unconcious, "Here's one for you, Miss Elsa!" one of the medics called as they rushed the man to the only empty bed. The medics were in and out in five minutes. She put her gloves on and went over to the soldier to inspect him, "Hello, sir. Can you wake up for me? I need your trauma history." she asked gently as she began to cut off his uniform shirt.
Elsa Gruenhagen had been a nurse at Munich General while it was a civilian hospital. She was going to leave the hospital when the Nazis took it over, but because of her experience with the hospital and her years of service, they offered her a promotion to Head of Ward if she agreed to stay. There was no way she could refuse that, so she stayed. She was now the Head Nurse of Ward 3, or the moderate ward. The soldiers that came to her ward would stay for at least three weeks for surgeries and recovery, but none of them were critical.
Elsa was an average sized woman of about five foot four. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and light blue eyes. She wasn't the perfect German woman because of her hair, but she was still very pretty and had a certain charm to her. She was curvy and proud of it, though she never flaunted it. She always kept her hair up in a tight bun under her nurse's cap and she always wore her uniform to work, she never broke code like some of the new nurses did.
She may have only been twenty-five, but she had more experience than almost every other nurse at Munich Gen. She'd been a nurse since she was eighteen. She had wanted to settle down with a family, but she knew that winning this war was more important, and she could wait.
It was a sunny Monday when the alarm bell rang. Elsa sprung up from her desk and went running to the doors, opening them so the medics could come through with the stretcher. A man lay there unconcious, "Here's one for you, Miss Elsa!" one of the medics called as they rushed the man to the only empty bed. The medics were in and out in five minutes. She put her gloves on and went over to the soldier to inspect him, "Hello, sir. Can you wake up for me? I need your trauma history." she asked gently as she began to cut off his uniform shirt.