Aisha's POV
The hospital was a battlefield in its own right, one lined with white walls and bloodied linens, where warriors cried out not in rage, but in pain.
I moved quickly from one patient to the next, my gloves sticky with drying blood, my mind focused only on the rhythm of triage. Clean. Disinfect. Suture. Bandage. Next.
"Keep pressure here," I instructed a young she-wolf as I guided her hands over her brother's open wound. "Don't let go, even if he screams. It'll save his leg."
She nodded through her tears, and I gave her a tight smile before turning to another cot where Max was helping two volunteers lift a fainted warrior onto a mattress.
I should've felt overwhelmed. Instead, I felt… purposeful.
This, at least, I could do. I wasn't a seasoned warrior like Simo
