Sample from Sarah Godfrey
Shaking her head to clear her mind, she wrung out the cloth once more and placed it across the stranger's forehead, pushing his flaxen hair out of the way. Then she turned to the next task. The instruments and wrapping cloths should to be sterilized again in case she needed them. As she gathered the articles from the bedside, she looked down at the bullet lying on the table, a bullet that had not killed. Not like the last one she had seen.
Suppressed memories overwhelmed her and she dropped into her chair. Evidence of violence always forced that door open. Davey with his head crushed. The recoil of the shotgun going off in her hands. Blood.
Her patient moaned, pulling Sarah's mind to the present. She still had much to do. The cleanup and sterilizing still awaited her. Wet towels and the slicker beneath them need to be taken up and the bedding under the canvas checked to be sure it was still dry. His bloody clothes needed to be removed and warm blankets spread over him. Having a chill set in was not a risk she wanted to take.
First, however, she needed to take that gun belt with its deadly payload and put it out of sight...
