Nadia
My group and I work through the afternoon and into the evening, getting everything ordered and set up. By the time we’re finished, night has fully fallen and most of the nurses have stepped out to go get dinner and hang out by the fire or take some time to themselves in their bunks.
But I’m still here, munching on a sandwich and organizing the little office space we set up, ensuring that everything is labeled and where it should be. I like things neat, after all.
Or, well. I like things in the clinic neat. My room at home is always a disaster.
But one can’t be picky. Nobody’s health is at stake if my bed goes unmade, but sterile syringes need to be kept that way.
“Are you all good here?”
I look up to see Jeanie smiling down at me. I smile right back. “I think so,” I say, nodd
