Dawn
I wake with a much clearer head. It must be late because only a few candles illuminate the darkness. Two beds away from me, a man starts screaming in pain. Two nurses hold him down as a third tries to dress a wound. I"m so focused on that man that I don"t notice Ryan until he sits on the end of my bed.
“He was part of a force that was keeping the freedom fighters from our borders,” he explains. “They were attacked last night.”
“So, you"re not a doctor,” I accuse.
“I"m training to be one, but, yeah, right now I"m just a medic"s assistant.” He pauses. “So, Dawn, how"d you get shot.” He leans forward eagerly.
“How do you know my name?” He grabs a folder that is clipped onto the end of my bed and opens it.
“Dawn. Last name not known.” He reads. “Nationality, British. Affiliation, re
