“If I don’t,” Yusha replied, his voice a jagged rasp, “they will kill us both now. And more than that, Zainab… I am a doctor. I cannot let a man bleed out in the rain while I have the needle in my hand.”
They carried the young man in—a youth of barely nineteen, his face ashen, a jagged shrapnel wound from a hunting accident festering in continue reading …
