Joanne’s POV
I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in my shoulder blade, creeping along my chest. I let out a gasp and clutched my chest tightly, my fingers trembling. The pain was gone quickly, leaving me a panting mess.
I looked beside me, part of me expecting Alexander to be there, but he wasn’t. Then I remembered he had left last night, and I had no idea when he was coming back.
I wasn’t able to get back to sleep, though I tried for the next few hours. I got up before dawn and decided to go to the medical tent. It was better to stay busy; thinking too much hurts worse. I brushed the thought of that shoulder and chest pain out of my mind; it had to be anxiety or something.
George was already there, which didn’t surprise me, sorting supplies.
“You’re up early,”
