*Neveah*
“Let’s get this dressing changed.” My words sound robotic even to me, but that’s the mode I’ve been in for a while now. I don’t even know how many days have passed. I’ve been working with as many wounded soldiers as I can until I’m so exhausted that I have no choice but to sleep.
Sometimes that’s at night. Sometimes it’s during the day. Time doesn’t really mean anything right now.
“This looks good,” I tell the soldier to reassure him, though I doubt it’s very reassuring to be missing a limb that probably could have been saved if we’d had more supplies. Even food is running scarce now. Though supply wagons keep arriving, they hardly make a dent given how many wounded soldiers we have here.
I’ve been checking in on Sam as much as I can, though he’s been moved outside onto the g
