“Uh … no?” Mary said, not at all sure she meant it.
“Does this have anything to do with that black-winged angel some say follow you around?” Lucy asked.
“Yes!” Elisabeth stuck her hands back into the intestines of the soldier on the table. “Mary … Corporal Tills wishes to donate a second pint of blood to Corporal Kennard. Hook him up. Make sure he doesn’t give a drop more than that. He’s already donated a pint today.”
“Two pints,” Corporal Tills said. “We’ve got more blood than you. We can donate up to 3.5 pints.”
“Whatever,” Elisabeth stitched up three separate places where she had just pulled shrapnel out of her patient’s large intestine. “Lucy … Corporal Kennard has a perforated bowel. We’re going to have to flush the abdominal cavity with saline and then start him on a hefty cycle
