I wait a moment for all of our laughter to fade, silently grateful for Shay, even if she did shove me to the ground. Because despite everyone being very irritating, I have to admit that I’m in a much better mood than I was when my shift ended.
“Okay, yes, Nadi’s right,” Grace says with a sigh, untying her knot of brown hair and massaging her scalp for a bit. “Cole, is that why our patients were so difficult tonight? They were the enemy?”
He shrugs, a noncommittal gesture. “I mean, it’s hard to call anyone an enemy, Grace,” he says. “They’re all our citizens.”
“Did they shoot guns at our military?” I ask, dry.
He flashes his eyes to me, grim.
“Then they’re the enemy.”
“You know it’s more complicated than that.”
“Not on the battlefield it’s not.”
He narrows his eyes at me for a seco
