Medical aid. That bastard General had nothing better to offer me than helping Doctor Alma and I wasn’t in a position to refuse. I didn’t know which I was more angry about. My hands tightened around the handle of the trolley as I wheeled a load of medicine and other surgical supplies to the infirmary wing. One of the dodgy wheels snagged on a dip and the whole cart shook, throwing off a box that exploded bandages all over the courtyard.
“Ah, s**t!”
A couple of soldiers on their break paused what they were doing and one of them waved at me. “Need a hand?”
I sighed and shook my head. “No, thanks, I got it.”
The man shrugged and returned to his conversation, leaving me to pick up the pieces. After I’d collected the last bandage, I rolled away, the wheels shrieking through the deserted cour
