"Jo. Jo, honey, look at me."
Joanne froze.
She snapped out of her trance and looked down at her hands.
They were slick with dried blood. None of it was hers.
She had been applying a tourniquet to a man with a large gash in his leg, with an even larger piece of shrapnel jutting out next to it.
Joanne hadn't even heard the cries of the man underneath her. But she heard Malachi's voice when he called for her.
"You're making it a little too tight, babe. Remember how Cee showed us."
Malachi gently loosened the man's tourniquet as much as he could without restarting blood flow.
Joanne nodded shakily. Malachi knew that it was time to get her out of here.
He turned around and called for the nearest emergency responder.
"Hey, O! Got another ready for transport over here."
Opal strode across the lawn with a few of her men and they helped load the man onto a floating backboard.
