“Okay,” she whispered to the tablet. “Okay.”
He didn’t respond. His eyes were half-open, unfocused.
On Day 60, a woman with a shattered leg crawled to their fire and asked, “Are you a doctor?”
“Okay,” she whispered to the tablet. “Okay.”
He didn’t respond. His eyes were half-open, unfocused.
On Day 60, a woman with a shattered leg crawled to their fire and asked, “Are you a doctor?”
