Multifaceted

Callie chuckled. ‘Yeah, people often mistake me for being in my early twenties. But, uh, no, I’m already twenty-five.’ ‘Wow. And you’re wearing a doctor’s coat,’ Harriet mused. Callie nodded, her smile warm. ‘What can I do for you, Lieutenant Colonel? Are you here for a check-up?’ ‘No, not for myself.’ Harriet’s demeanour shifted, her tone becoming more serious. ‘I wanted to ask about PFC Hoover. How’s he holding up after our little scuffle?’ Callie’s professional instincts kicked in, and she relayed the information. ‘He’s got a midshaft humerus fracture. It’s a clean break, and he’ll recover well as long as he rests properly and follows the doctor’s advice.’ Harriet’s expression softened, relief evident in her eyes. ‘Good to hear. Can I see him?’ ‘Sure.’ The common ward was a mix of hushed conversations and the soft beeping of medical equipment. Following Callie, Harriet walked down the neat rows of beds. She spotted PFC Hoover, evidently surprised as he saw her approach. ‘Mind if I h