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Dav approached the only patient in the makeshift isolation ward. The patient, Maria, was deeply asleep. She didn’t stir as he checked her over, not even when he pulled her eyelids back to check on her eyes.
While he did his best to be gentle it was difficult while wearing full protective clothing. Like the makeshift ward, his protective equipment was patched together from what he’d been able to scrounge. There was far better equipment, both to wear and for the ward, but none of that was available to him or to those he chose to treat. It was something he had to face every time he couldn’t do as much for a patient as he knew was possible.
But before he’d arrived the best the patients could hope for was someone with basic first-aid knowledge slapping in an IV line to give them flui
