A month later, the border conflict suddenly escalated.
At six in the morning, the first batch of injured patients arrived at the medical center.
After nine o'clock, the nearby roads began to be intermittently hit by shelling.
At noon, a shell landed less than two hundred meters from the warehouse, shattering half of a window pane.
We moved all the patients we could to the underground area.
Damian and the logistics team were in charge of bringing down the oxygen tanks.
I was upstairs handling the last immobile patient.
"Elena!"
Suddenly, someone at the end of the corridor called for me.
I looked up and saw Damian's face change dramatically.
In the next second, he rushed towards me.
The sound of an explosion rang out almost simultaneously.
The entire wall seemed to be smashed by
