*Sam*
I didn’t fight hard and hold the line, survive a night in a cave, and survive another night waiting for a doctor on the grass under a tree just to have this man say he’s going to take my leg. I won’t have it.
“Soldier, we don’t have a choice,” he insists. “It’s been two days with this gunshot wound now. Even if it missed the bone, it’s bound to be infected!”
“You haven’t even looked at it properly,” I argue. The man is clearly exhausted, and I don’t blame him for making rash decisions since he has so many other men to patch up, but this is my leg he’s talking about.
He makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. “Unwrap it,” he tells the nurse.
She starts on it, but then her eyes go wide. “Doctor?”
“What is it?” He lets out another long sigh.
“That’s what I would like
