THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 125's. Don't Try 1
Busy days after. Because we are preparing the hospital to be fully operational assisted by additional doctors, military nurses, and soldiers who have arrived before us.
Some civilians who have never been assigned in the area of military operations seem to struggle to adjust, but who have never had significant difficulties. There is always a first for everything.
Michelle?
I didn't take care of it, he was sent here to collect data. We only met sometimes at meals. But it looks like he suffered quite a bit plus was quite stoic. I don't know why seeing it is now an entertainment.
"The woman must have been very tormented." I sat down with Tom's team for lunch a few days later with some other nurses.
"You turned out to be watching him, why don't you cheer him up." Tom laughs.
Michelle was taking food, her face was emotionless looking at her food, we who had gotten used to the food as it was the origin of this satiety found seeing her behavior was entertainment.
"I'm not gifted as a nanny."
"Jen, that blonde girl you said came here after Doctor James?" Martha, the senior military nurse I appointed as my first deputy, followed my view.
"Yes, he never went out of town safe, never felt like a refugee, never lacked food, or ate bad food. Life's comfortable because the main team of researchers at the CDC."
"Good, spoiled children should be dragged to eat potatoes. Everyone was suffering, he had to feel it a little. If he complains in front of me I'll work on him more not pity." Martha is stronger than me because she is more senior.
Michelle saw me join my desk.
"May I be here."
"Yes, sit down Michelle."
"Hmm. I can't function with just potatoes and fresh frozen fried fish meat. It's spinach with corn, it just tastes salty." He began to complain, while the others looked at him bitterly.
"Out there are even children eating once a day with what they can find, sleeping cold, hot afternoons. If you can't eat and function here, go back there to Atlanta with a truckload of haulers! Not knowing grateful! Your life in a safe city is as safe as staying in a luxury hotel while many little kids in the black zone can't even eat!?" Martha was fierce.
"Miss Michelle, you're 0.1% the one who can eat all you want. If you don't like this food, go home to your hotel, we're here to save people, make them eat full by planting something to eat, we rarely have bread and milk, he said, cities in this black zone only have chicken farms, only have potatoes and yams, corn, vegetables, sometimes there are pieces of chicken meat and eggs are grateful, grateful to still be able to eat sleep without feeling our lives threatened. You have no empathy at all to complain about bland food."
I told you the food in the CDC soup kitchen that was devoted to staff and doctors was fancy food. Even in a public kitchen in the city the food is much simpler.
Michelle is silent now. Martha and Tom obviously disliked her words and people glared at her at the dinner table, and no one defended her innocence.
"I'm sorry." He's eating without making a sound now.
After he realized he had no right to criticize food anymore, I switched the conversation, it was enough to make him no longer dare to complain about his food.
"It looks like the team has already left. Eating area is not full."
"From yesterday they left. There will only be about 400 people who will rule the city."
"I think the first batch of refugees will arrive tomorrow or the day after Martha."
"Yes, it seems so." I miss Susan, Javier, how they are this spring.
"Jen, where you served before."