*Neveah*
No triage shift in the ER has ever been this intense. Injured men cover the ground as far as I can see, and I’m grateful for the setting sun, which will at least keep me from seeing how futile my efforts are every time I look up.
“Take this man,” I tell the soldiers with the next liter. They’ve gone past questioning me by now and just bend down and lift him onto the cot, carrying him away. I don’t even have time to wish him well before the next man calls out to me, this one with a leg injury that makes me think about Sam again.
But I need to keep going, so I shake the thought out of my head. I just have to hope he’s okay, and I can find him later. So, I keep up the triage.
Nighttime arrives, and I can barely keep my eyes open. That changes as thunder roars above me and the r
