Nadine

1. My Spot

"Nadia was the patient in room twelve awake yet?"

"Not yet." I sit down on the chair in Dr. Cruors office and look at him. "There sure have been a lot of patients this week."

"Yes ma'am. The weather is getting nice. All the young ones are out making sure we stay in business."

I start to laugh. "That they are."

"You know your father has been talking about sending me to the castle by the coast? I guess they are having a werewolf issue over there."

"It's a beautiful place. You should go and see the water at least once. That's where I got that shell that sits on your desk."

"I think I will tell him to send me. You are perfectly capable here on your own. I could help them out for a short time and then come back. You would have to work extra shifts though. And be on call all the time. Are you ready for that?"

The thought scares me a bit. I've never been on my own running the medical area before. 

The door fly's open and smashes into the wall. "Werewolves attacked a convoy. We just had eighteen patients come in. Some are bad shape."

I jump up. "Elkie, Dorseti rate them in terms of their injuries. Green, yellow, red, black cards. Do you remember that?"

"Yes doctor."

"Put the cards by their feet. We are on the way."

Cruor grabs two gowns and tosses one to me. "We take the red cards first right?"

"Yes sir. Black means death. We can't fix that. Red is immediate help needed. Yellow means they can hold on for a bit. Green means they will live."

"Vitchen! Mary!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Can you clean and administer the antidote to anyone with a green card please? Me and Dr. Cruor may be to busy with the others to assist you."

"No problem ma'am. We'll start with the green cards and do what we can."

I nod and grab the first red card I see. He's awake and looking at me. He looks barely older than me. There is part of a wheel sticking out of his chest. He has bites going down one of his arms. By the way the blankets are it looks like his legs may be missing. I lift his shirt and see a large claw mark across his stomach. "Am I going to make it doctor?"

"I'm concerned about that wheel in your chest. I have to get that out right now. Do you have a mate or anyone I can contact?" I push his gurney on wheels into a room.

"No doctor. I was hoping to find my mate here."

"Well, you're going to have to put that off for a few days sir. This will relax you. Don't fight it."

The next four patients I take are more of the same injuries.

I sit down at the nurses desk with Vitchen and Mary. "Why would werewolves attack a convoy of simple traders?"

"Probably to steal their stuff."

"Werewolves are to weak to attack anything guarded. They only go after easy targets."

I shake my head. "Has everyone been seen?"

Mary looks through her papers. "Yes little miss. Nine were clean and antidote only. Doctor Cruor is in with his fifth patient and you did four."

"Wow do we even have any beds open?"

"Two I think."

I give them a weird look. "Soon we're going to have to be putting people in beds together."