“The soldiers with long-term injuries are in a bigger tent. Now come.” He beckoned for them to follow. “The night is not over, and we may be able to get you out of here yet.”
“What if it’s a trap?” Dounia whispered as Ira clumsily pulled on her jacket.
“If it’s a trap, then set him on fire. But for now, it looks as if he’s helping us. He set my arm properly. Why would he take the time to do that if he just wanted to kill or capture us?”
“Wasting time?” Dounia suggested skeptically.
“I want to see what he has to show us,” Ira said firmly, and they followed the doctor into the night where the soldiers on the front line were resettling into their routines.
Ira and Dounia kept their heads down, and Ira hid Meow inside her jacket. A few distant explosions could be heard a long way off.