Black or Red

Without hesitation, Ramiro swiftly produced a collection of cloth strips in various colours. Jamison distributed the cloth, his expression grave as he explained, ‘Green signals they’re relatively stable, yellow means they require more attention, and red screams for immediate treatment. Black... well, that’s a sign we’ve done all we can. Assign the appropriate colour to each patient, and let’s prioritise red, then yellow, and finally green.’ Without wasting a moment, the doctors snatched up the cloth strips and began assessing the injured. Callie, with her heart racing, affixed a yellow cloth to two wounded soldiers and a red one to another. But then, a violent cough nearby caught her attention. Her gaze landed on a young soldier, barely in his twenties, coughing up blood. His abdomen was a gruesome sight, despite his futile attempts to shield it. Callie clenched her teeth and pulled out a red cloth strip from her pocket, swiftly tying it to the soldier’s arm, indicating it was an emerg