Evelyn
The days bled into each other in the rogue camp. Fortunately, Jesse was taken by other obligations for much of that time, and I was left to find other ways to occupy my time. It was not hard to keep my hands busy with so many injured needing tending to, and the dire supplies forced me to get creative.
Plus, losing myself in work was the only way to stay sane.
In the medical tent, there were no titles. I had always liked that. It was just wounds and fevered bodies, split skin and bruised bones. Simple and easy to understand.
Though, admittedly, I had expected some of Jesse’s soldiers to be resistant to my care. In the end, it turned out they came to me willingly. Eagerly, even.
I was stitching up a young woman’s arm when it struck me again how wrong the stories had been. T
