Perspiration soaked through her freshly starched dress as she followed Dr.
The tide of smells and pain rose and rose about her. The day was hot and the flies came in the open windows in swarms, fat lazy flies that broke the spirits of the men as pain could not. For, perhaps ten hours later, in the middle of the night, I awoke in a cold sweat and realized my fever had broken. If they came for my bones the next day, they were disappointed. There was blood in his hair and a shallow but ugly scratch down the back of his neck. One arm of the parka he was wearing was blackened and singed. Looking at him more closely, Wendy's eyes widened.