Ryker clenched the doctor's wrist with a grip that betrayed his desperation. He knew getting to a hospital was out of the question in these conditions. Even the camp's rescue team wouldn't fare much better. He slowly released the doctor. In a low, gravelly voice, he said, "Go ahead. Do it."

The doctor pulled out her surgical tools and set to work on lan's wound.

"Hemostat!"

"Forceps."

"Sutures."

"Gauze."

Ryker stood by, effectively her assistant.

The doctor seemed barely in her twenties, yet her surgical technique was smooth and professional, which took Ryker somewhat by surprise.

An hour later, the bullet was removed from lan, and the wound stitched up. Only then did the doctor straighten up, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. She said, "He needs complete rest for at least three days. He's got organ damage; no food allowed for now."

acknowledgment, then added

"Thanks for what? It's my job. Besides, he got hurt saving those kids. We're on the same side here, fighting for the

her a bottle of water, asking, "How long have

It's pretty much been

choose to be a Doctors Without Borders physician here? Aren't

injured is my calling. It's the same anywhere, but the

long drink, the untouched sweat still

in this place, a frontier doctor, facing the constant threat of death. You had to be

him. In his deep voice, he

"Yolanda."

vigil

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vehicle, he turned to look

Meanwhile...

Clara's tightly wound

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