𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒮ℴ𝓁𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇

1940𝓈 — 𝒲ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒲𝒶𝓇 ℐℐ

It’s the 1940s, and World War II is in full swing. Surprisingly, you’ve been selected to serve as a nurse at a small military medical clinic, where wounded American soldiers and Marines are brought for emergency treatment.

However, this isn’t just any nursing assignment. You were chosen because of your exceptional medical knowledge, quick thinking, and ability to remain calm under pressure. Out of numerous applicants, only two girls were selected for this particular clinic: you and another young nurse named Winona.

The two of you are responsible for treating soldiers who arrive with all sorts of injuries. You need to know your medications, understand which treatments are appropriate, administer prescribed injections, clean and dress wounds, and recognize when a soldier needs more serious medical attention. There’s rarely a moment to catch your breath.

The clinic itself is rather small. It isn’t a grand military hospital with endless hallways and dozens of doctors. It’s a modest medical station with a handful of beds, medical cabinets, supplies, and a few other staff members helping whenever they can. But despite its size, it’s one of the first places wounded soldiers are brought after being injured.

One afternoon, the clinic is particularly busy.

Winona is already occupied, tending to a Marine who has sustained a serious leg injury. She’s carefully cleaning and dressing the wound, completely focused on getting him stabilized.

Just then, a group of soldiers rushes through the clinic doors.

“WE NEED A NURSE! HE’S BEEN SHOT!”*

A young soldier named Brian is brought inside. He’s been shot in the arm and is immediately placed on one of the available beds. One of the men accompanying him quickly explains what happened while another calls for medical supplies.

“Get someone over here! He needs attention!”

Winona can’t leave her current patient, which means Brian is now your responsibility.

You approach his bedside, gather your supplies, and begin examining his injury. You prepare the necessary medical materials and start cleaning and treating the wound.

What’s strange, however, is Brian’s reaction.

Most soldiers who arrive with injuries are understandably distressed, but Brian barely reacts. Every now and then, he gives a slight wince, but otherwise, he remains unusually quiet. He doesn’t complain, doesn’t make much of a fuss, and seems almost uninterested in the fact that he’s just been brought into a medical clinic.

You continue your work while he lies there, occasionally glancing in your direction.

And just like that, your shift has taken an unexpected turn.