"How do you like the fresh air, Izzy?" I pulled the blanket to see her peeping eyes firmly locked on me.
"You were barely in there one day Luna, one day," Lex chuckled pushing me along in the wheelchair.
"One day too long," I grumbled, "our Izzy would have slept all night had that other brat not kept waking her up."
Limited staff and patients had me in the pediatrics ward, which was for anyone under eighteen.
With it being an army hospital its maternity and pediatric ward were both small and joined by a pair of double doors. If a child got really sick they'd have been airlifted to the nearest hospital better equipped.
A seventeen-year-old boy had gotten very very drunk and gotten impaled by a metal pole through the foot and hand. Either a freak accident or he pissed off the wrong guy.
