#Chapter 201: Solider Down

Almara’s Pov Arthur was right. Our work did slow down. The doors to the hospital have been opening less and with less urgency. The plus side to this is we can give more undivided time to patients, the downside is we’re only slow because most of our members have already died. I like to think maybe it’s because we’re doing well on the battlefield, but if that were the case Arthur wouldn’t have needed to pull members from our staff. I push my lunch around with my fork, still not wanting to eat but I do anyway only to nourish the growing baby inside me. “Would you like to see a picture of Grace?” I heard my mother ask and plop her tray down next to me. The cafeteria is sparse with workers. The usual stuffiness of the cafeteria has thinned, allowing streaks of sunlight from high windows to shine down on empty gray tables. The chattering is minimal, accentuating the periodic sound of the hospital doors opening on the floor above. I admire her ability to stay cheery even in the darkest