Dorothy's POV
Time was running out. We had mere hours before the wounded would start flooding through our doors. The moment the first group arrived, one thing became crystal clear - every single warrior was covered in wooden splinters.
The bombs had been detonated near trees, sending deadly fragments flying in all directions like nature's own shrapnel.
"Listen carefully," I called out to the assembled warriors, my voice cutting through their groans of pain. "Every piece of wood must be removed from your bodies. Miss even one, and infection will set in. I need complete honesty about where you feel pain so we can locate every fragment. If you develop an infection because we missed something, you'll be benched until you're fully healed."
"Yes, Luna," came the chorus of responses, some strong, others barely whispered.
Natasha and I immediately began sorting the wounded by severity. I claimed the most critical cases while she handled those within her skill level.
