#Chapter 41: Stay

Logan The clang of metal was distant. I had already searched the medical wing and been redirected to the training field in my search for Evelyn. At first, I had found this instruction odd, but I had followed it anyway. The clashing sound of weaponry was background noise to the steady rhythm of footsteps on packed dirt. I stood at the edge of the training yard, arms crossed, watching her. Evelyn moved slowly, carefully, beside a young soldier named Dax. The boy leaned on a cane, his left leg stiff and dragging, but he was upright, sweating, gritting his teeth, and refusing to quit. Dax had taken a nasty arrow to the thigh in a recent battle. The arrow’s aim had been brutal, and removing it had damaged many of his leg muscles. He likely wouldn’t see the battlefield again anytime soon, as he would need to learn how to walk on his damaged leg all over again. And it seemed that Evelyn would be the one teaching him. Evelyn didn’t push. She didn’t bark orders like the other