*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 ...