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I backed away, into the sanity of the ward. Since when was going to war a good thing?
“It’s not going to be easy pushing the Changelings back,” Fiath said, watching the Titans celebrating. “But it must be done.”
“The Changelings are armed with ships and powerful weapons,” I said. “These Titans only have ancient weapons.”
“It’s not the weapon that matters. It’s the will to act.”
“The weapon matters a little bit…” I muttered.
The Titans had been nothing but kind to me. I didn’t want their fate to end in a bloodbath.
WAAAaaaaa!
The siren rang loudly, cutting the Titans’ celebrations short. They ran outside and I followed them.
Above us, swarming across the sky, were a dozen bright lights, identical to the ones we saw that fateful night when the Changelings attacked the emperor’s palace.
My stomach fell through my feet.
They were heading straight for us.
The Titans scattered.
There were no screams, no shouts of outrage. I’d seen panic before and this looked nothing like it.
They moved with purpose. Everyone kept their heads down and ran to their battle stations. With everyone else knowing what they were doing, I suddenly found myself alone and without anything to do.
Except run for my life.
I turned and ran back inside the hospital. The other nurses were already leaping into action. They lifted the patients out of their beds and placed them in wheelchairs and stretchers. I gave them a hand but with my limited human strength, I wasn’t much use.
Damn these weak human muscles!
I ran to the supply room and helped pack up the equipment. At least I could do that much!
I carried the boxes out the entrance to the carts they hastily assembled outside. The nurses added some of the patients to the cart beds too. I added the supplies and apologized when one struck a patient on the chest.
The bright lights zoomed in closer. Already, I could make out their undercarriages glowing brightly with luminous plasma.
Purple. Green. Yellow.
Soon, Fiath wouldn’t be the only person sporting horrific burns. The entire village would be. It would be burnt to the ground.
The warriors came out of their huts armed with spears.
What did they think they could do with them with the ships rushing closer every moment? I wondered.
The tribe chief barked his orders. The warriors split into two groups.
At least they would go down fighting, I supposed.
I retrieved more boxes of medical supplies and added them to the carts.
“That’s everything!” the surgeon said. He turned to me. “Get on the cart and go with them.”
“What about you?” I said.
“Somebody has to take care of the injured here.”
