ZARA:
“You’ve been doing well, Zara. Helping with the injured, learning quickly about medicine. I see potential in you,” Dr. Barkley said, his tone softer than usual.
“I try my best,” I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips. “And you’re a great teacher. Thank you for seeing past my rank.”
“It’s nothing. Just—don’t get too comfortable, and keep your eyes open. I wouldn’t want you getting pregnant on my watch.”
The words stung. My heart sank. “Why would you say that? I thought you saw me differently.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, Zara,” he sighed. “We’re surrounded by hyperactive warriors every day. You see the way they look at you. Of course they’d have nasty intentions. And I won’t always be here to keep them in check.”
I nodded slowly. “I’ll be more careful. Thanks for looking out f
