When you’re one of the few doctors in the only medical
clinic within fifty miles of the warzone, you learn to not get too freaked out.
Certainly not when a kid drags in a woman missing a leg.
The kid was familiar, but even so I tried to get an
interpreter, but they were all busy. Not that it mattered, the kid kept saying ‘Donna’
or ‘Donner’, maybe. So I took ‘Donna’ and, after a few hours, saved her.
While the woman the kid was actually trying to save, his
mother, died due to a lack of a donor heart.
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