Pov
Evanne
"Evanne please hand me the alcohol, and a towel, " a nurse asked. I had been following her around as an assistant for quite some time now, I believe it was already midmorning. Everyone was exhausted, but thankfully Mrs. Green was smart enough to give the few nurses we had shifts. So we would have time to rest. Another battle must have happened, during the night because a wave of injured wolves had come in around 3 in the morning. It was hectic for hours after that.
I handed the nurse, Mr. Alm the items he had asked for. Then followed him towards an older patient. He was holding a towel to his hand, it was soaked in blood.
"Was he out fighting?" I asked, he looked too old to be fighting, and it saddened me that we had come to this point.
"No, he is part of the kitchen he
