“Yes,” was all he said as he proceeded to the business of the moment.
“Thank God,” she said earnestly, and began to tear the sheet into bandages.
As she had done numberless times before in the emergency room, Nancy helped bind up the broken arm.
“I see you’ve at least had first aid,” he said as they worked.
“I’m a nurse,” she retorted as tersely as he had informed her he was a doctor.
“There’ll be plenty for us to do tonight,” he told her.
When the arm was set, he lifted the frail woman and carried her out of the cut.
“Wait here with her,” the doctor ordered. “I’ll go back for my bag. She should have a hypo. You can help.”
Someone had placed some boxes for steps at the rear entrance to the coach and he returned that way. They were still hauling people out and stretching them beside the end coach, which by some miracle had not overturned. To Nancy’s surprise she recognized the ANC captain she had noticed on the train yesterday afternoon. She was trying to stop the bleeding in a leg wound of a man next to Nancy’s old lady.
“Please, someone try to find a doctor,” she said to no one in particular.