Chad blinked at the light on the horizon. At least he thought it was light. The morning fog obscured the sky, but it seemed brighter than when he’d walked out for a break and to wake himself up fifteen minutes before. He’d been awake most of the night in his office, only catching a little sleep here and there between rounding. He’d given Perkins the night to go and recover. They really needed another physician to help, but resources were stretched thin. Rumors of negotiations with the Confederate States had caused a lot of doctors to retire from their military obligations, leaving those who remained covering crazy shifts. It wasn’t so bad when the front was quiet, but on days like today…
It’s a good thing Perkins and I don’t like each other. Otherwise one might be tempted to miss the othe
