Caitlyn washed the blood from her hands, trying to block out the constant groans of injured soldiers that filled the metallic-and-antiseptic air of the hospital.
As she dried her hands, another nurse passed by her.
"Newcomer. Right side. Really bad off. Can you take him?"
"You'll know him when you see him, trust me."
Caitlyn shrugged, heading down to the right end of the unit.
Many injured men lined the walls, some of whom had familiar faces from being there a while, others were strangers to her.
Near the end was a bed stained red, though bandages wrapped around his form. His face was torn up and bloodied. At least he had all his limbs, for now.
Caitlyn gasped upon recognizing the battered soldier. Though she didn't know him all that well, she knew him enough. They had met before the war started, back in school. She went to work, getting more bandages to help him.
"So what happened to you?"