[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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 building one, the infirmary [/centre]


[color=fff200]"did...did you see Sophia when you were out there?"[/color] Niesha asked, as she finished up, washing her hands again, and sighing. Maybe it was selfish to ask, but she need to know. She didn't get a chance for an answer, instead she stood there, blinking as Froggy told her to scrub up. She stood there, her mind processing everything. Astrid had been coming back with the kid with malnutrition, with the other injured. Astrid should be here. Unless something had happened. Froggy wouldn't need her help in the surgery otherwise. She closed her eyes a moment, drawing in a deep breath. She could do this. Giving Kristina a wobbly smile, she went to get scrubbed up, tying her hair back properly before doing so, then thoroughly washing her hands, all the way up to her elbows. 

She nudged the OR door open with a foot, keeping it open, she stood there thinking how earlier, Zoie had been in there, how Froggy and Astrid had saved her, only to have her die hours later. She drew in a deep breath, tired of all the death. Yet they'd carry on, because that was what they did. Making sure everything was set up. her mind went to the first amputation that she had dealt with. It had been a risk, that had paid off. And here, they had medical treatment. if the amputee had survived this long, he had good chances. Her mind went to Sophia. She'd been saved here, even if it had taken her a month to get out. 

She really hoped Sophia was okay. 

Drawing her attention back to what she needed to do, she waited for the patient to be brought in, so she could get some observations recorded, do what she could to ease everything for Froggy, her body weary, her mind spinning a million miles an hour.