The Blueberry Fight

As the clock struck eleven, the health centre seemed to momentarily slow down. Callie finally caught a break from attending to the steady stream of cadets seeking her attention, medical or otherwise. She made her way to the triage desk, where Wendy was busy with paperwork. ‘Hey, Wendy. How’s it going?’ Callie greeted, a hint of relief in her voice. Wendy looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of her friend. ‘Hey, Callie! It’s been a wild ride, but we’re managing,’ she replied, her voice filled with admiration for the soldiers they had been treating. Callie leaned against the desk, sharing a knowing look with Wendy. ‘I know what you mean. These soldiers are tough as nails. I’ve treated everything from broken arms to twisted ankles, and they handle it like champs,’ she said, genuinely impressed. Wendy nodded enthusiastically. ‘Oh, let me tell you about this one young soldier, just nineteen years old. He had some serious injuries from hand-to-hand combat training and rock climbing,