It is 7:13 in the early morning of September 17, 1775 as I breathe in the fresh and cool wind from outside. At the same time, I look outside at the melancholic pictures of my father, mother, and sister. My sister is still here, but she will go soon to be a soldier. She will dress up as a man to go. I tried to stop her, but she insisted on helping Britain.
I think it was all because she wanted to fight and be brave. That's the thing about children, but so many people die and on the field of battle you see the blood and bodies.They don't know anything about those things. War is despicable, at least in my opinion… Oh, I almost forgot. I need to go to the apothecary* today.
I head down to my dining room and have a delicious meal of chicken, lobster, coffee, and oysters! That might seem unscrupulous to you, but I am Drake Thompson Quinn and you aren’t, so you can go eat your own meal. …show more content…
It took 15 extra minutes because the street was so crowded. My patient was Corey Davis, and apparently he got shot in the liver in a quarrel with the brits. I asked, “What happened?” “The damn brits shot me because I was merely throwing sticks and rocks at them, and they didn't even tell me to stop!” “Ok, i'll get my amputation knife and remove your liver. Then, I will put in a new one from a donor. I cant extract the bullet because you will bleed out”
And so I did. I was covered in blood and the patient screamed vigorously. It was a bloody mess. I didn't know if the patient had been traumatized, but he probably did from that experience. You see, there aren't a lot of physicians in Massachusetts.
I told the patient to sleep so he could get used to the new organ in a way which doesn't involve moving around. A bit later, I went to put my knife away but to my surprise, every one of my tools were