Nadia
The next few hours are incredibly challenging. The evening shift starts out pretty normally, but everything changes when a military transport arrives with a whole bunch of people from the Children of Solace who are much, much more wounded than the patients that we’ve been seeing so far.
My father even comes out of the command tent to greet the transport, taking charge in a way he didn’t when people were simply finding us on their own.
I stand close with Grace and Shayne as people – mostly men – are unloaded from the truck, bloody and moaning, some of them unable to walk on their own. Our guards – Cole and Tommy among them – join in on the effort to get everyone into beds as doctor Arbroth quickly marks which cases take top priority.
“Still no kids,” Grace murmurs, frowning, her a
