Susan Boxwell was honest to a fault, which is why she currently hated her job. Today, like yesterday, like all the other days since the war had begun a young soldier had died on her operating table. With a heavy sigh she did the mandatory cleansing rituals to make herself clean and presentable to the anxious family.
Ten minutes later she left the operating theatre with droplets of soldier blood on her hands. The family stared at her intensely as she stepped into the waiting room, their entire beings consumed with fear and hope. Unable to meet their gazes Susan Boxwell blinked several times so that her eyes could adjust to this alien stage, where unlike the operating theatre she was in the spotlight and not the shadow. Then Doctor Susan Boxwell
Ten minutes later she left the operating theatre with droplets of soldier blood on her hands. The family stared at her intensely as she stepped into the waiting room, their entire beings consumed with fear and hope. Unable to meet their gazes Susan Boxwell blinked several times so that her eyes could adjust to this alien stage, where unlike the operating theatre she was in the spotlight and not the shadow. Then Doctor Susan Boxwell