I wasn’t squeamish. I had seen my share of blood in my nursing life but never that much and never coming from my own body. Even with the warm, sticky sensation on my feet it felt like a hallucination. I could feel myself swoon. In an effort to summon the necessary logic to hold it off I attempted to recall the amount of blood that should be lost in a normal delivery. I had a fleeting impulse to gather everything up and drag myself across the field so I could wave down a car and go to the hospital but then I saw the remains of the campfire and everything came clear.
The silo wall was an ocean of cool against my overheated skin. I leaned a wrist against it first but by the time I had finished drawing my whole body bent toward it. If anyone had chanced upon me at that moment it would have be
