I just zoned ou
tention, Maya puffed up her c
lost. There are more wounded here than we can handle. Who h
to cut open the wounded man's clothing whil
are far more urgent. Looks lik
eaking, the tent flap w
ace looked grim as he glanced at Serena standing there, s
idn't you hear? Amy isn't feelin
to rise. She supported her lower back a
ing to be stitched up. As a doctor, you s
tepped forward, his shadow fall
before Maya couldn'
oughing up blood and she's
f, his gaze sett
re you goi
ustion washed over her. She looked at Logan's face for
en minutes at most. If Amy can't wait t
, he said nothing. He turned, threw open the tent flap, and stormed ou
shaking w
t you like this?
e put her gloves back on
rt a little. H
itched. After giving the necessary instructions
h her lower back. She stood still for a few seconds, waiting for t
s. Bennett. Maya, I'll l
ou should rest f
Serena had already lifte
ven stronger, making it almost im
ly on her body, and with days of exhaustion and the persistent coug
ng for the violent coughing fit to pass. The metallic sweetness of blood spread in her t
Today, after nearly twenty minutes
rself from the wind, clutching her chest as she gasped for breath. Her lungs burned with pain. When another gus
ting along the way, more than forty minutes had passed. As sh
t take you
g and walked past
r burning brightly. It felt like a complete
aped over her. On the small table beside her sat a white porcelain stew b
ced at it a
er had sent to support her pregnancy, with a letter remind
ays. Each time she drank just half a bowl and saved the rest to reheat
e in her heart, but Seren
gent, the wounded too many. She barely had the energy to deal with her o
shift washing station nearb
d, sending a sharp ch
ween every finger until the bloodst
dried her hands and w
e d
y on the abdomen, and asked about symptoms. The heartbeat was steady and stro
her hand. "Just normal pregna
ofter voice. "Logan, ask Dr. Hart to check again. I heard stomach p
check again. Amy is fragile. She
nd looked at Logan wit

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