*Sam*
I awaken to a blurry world, vaguely aware of the shape of the woman in the plum dress, but I move away from her quickly before my vision clears. My eyes close again from exhaustion. It’s strange, moving as though I’m floating in the air, and for a moment, I worry that I’ve met my demise.
But bits of clarity slowly return, and I see the men carrying the litter I must be lying on, and they’re not very gentle. With each bump and stumble, my wound sends sharp pains radiating up my thigh and into my back. Wincing doesn’t make a dent in the pain, but I do it, nonetheless.
As my senses sharpen, I become aware that I’m being carried across the massive battlefield. The hot July sun beats down on me, making me feel even warmer than my fever has caused, though now I notice that fever is af
