I was hungry. And thirsty! God, I would give anything for some water.
A sharp pain ran through my arm.
What is going on? Where am I?
"Male, around thirty. Blast victim, he's the lucky one." she said quickly. "Shrapnel to the arm—right brachial artery repaired. Right clavicle fracture, ribs three through five, and a fractured wrist."
She had a steady calm voice. I want her to sit by me and have dinner with some... water. I just want some water.
There was a huge boom and I could feel the bed shake.
"Gosh, I've got to get back down there," the woman said. "This war has changed everything. Hm... he looks dry, give him some fluids, please." Her voice fading away.
She's leaving?! Wait! War?
The monitor alarms started beeping.