Aerial Assault

Wendy, understanding the tense situation they faced, tried to reassure Callie. ‘It’s okay. Nothing is going to happen. We’ve got this.’ With Wendy’s comforting words, Callie started to believe that maybe she was just overthinking things. ‘Callie, perhaps you’ve been pushing yourself too hard,’ Wendy remarked, examining the wound on her finger. ‘Look at this, it’s a bit deeper than it should be. You’ve been quite careless.’ Callie nodded, not taking it too seriously. ‘You might be right. I haven’t had much sleep lately. Most of my time has been spent tending to the wounded, and when I do get a moment to rest, I find myself visiting Jamison.’ Wendy voiced her concern. ‘Callie, you need a break. If you wear yourself out, you might end up losing more than you gain. I’ve got the sutures here covered; leave it to me.’ Agreeing, Callie left the infirmary, but she didn’t head for the lounge. Instead, she went to the intensive care unit. Jamison had been unconscious for the past few days, still