Joanne’s POV
The air smelled like smoke, sweat, and damp wood. I was working non-stop with Rem by my side as my medical assistant. He was clueless most of the time, but it was better than no help at all.
George wasn’t here to guide me, so I felt like I was more alone than ever. It was up to me to be the guide and teach Rem on what to do, and I felt like I wasn’t qualified for such a task. I didn’t have time to feel nervous, though; there were sick and injured people that needed help, and I had to keep focused.
A boy with a broken arm was one of the first ones I helped after saving the pregnant woman from miscarrying. I was planning on delivering her baby later in the evening once her body had time to rest and heal. Her daughter’s scrapes and cuts were cleaned and bandaged, something R
