gathering a bowl of water, a few clean rags and tweezers, Natalia painstakingly extracted the bits of dirt and gravel, and cleaned the boyâs wound. Tears trickled down his cheeks and he gritted his teeth the whole time, but he didnât cry. She wrapped his forehead with the last clean scrap of cloth she could find, wishing again for antibiotics. She stayed with him for a while, telling a few stories, until he seemed to fall asleep.
She checked on Berta, but her friend was also asleep. Her face was flushed, her brow furled with pain. Natalia decided to let her rest, and spent the next three hours doing what she could to help the priest and two nuns in what was clearly a futile effort.
Dozens of peopleâmany of them no older than Rabbitâlay semiconscious on blood-soaked cots, with mangled hands or feet, chest wounds, burns or shrapnel wounds. They groaned and twitched. Sweat dripped from their ravaged, soiled bodies. Natalia knew most of them wouldnât survive more than a few days without real medical attention.
Finally, Natalia wiped blood from her hands and sweat from her forehead, and went back to see Berta. She edged her way through the line of cots, carrying a tin cup half full of precious, scarce water.
Bertaâs eyes were open now, and she managed a smile when Natalia knelt down and took her hand. âHow do you feel?â
âAwful,â Berta croaked. âItâs so damn hot . . . I can barely . . . breathe.â Her face glistened with perspiration, and Natalia put a hand on her forehead. The cellar was sweltering. Natalia was so hot herself it was impossible to tell if Bertaâs fever had worsened. And even if it had, there was nothing they could do about it.
Natalia held the cup of water to Bertaâs lips. She took a sip and laid her head back on the stained, wafer-thin pillow. âWhen can I get out of here?â she asked. Her voice was little more than a croaky whisper, her eyes glazed and distant.
Natalia smiled at her. âAs soon as you can put some weight on that leg, Iâll get you out of here. Maybe a day or two.â
âYeah, sure. Nice try.â She pointed at Nataliaâs face. âWhat happened to you?â
Natalia had to think for a second, then remembered how she must look. âOh, itâs nothing. I bumped into a post.â
âLooks like someone . . . took a poke . . .â Bertaâs eyes closed. âItâs . . . so hot in here . . .â
Natalia glanced around. The elderly nun was on the other side of the room changing the dressings of a severely burned young girl, who was mercifully unconscious. Natalia cursed under her breath. She had to get back to her unit. But she didnât want to leave Berta. One patient with an infection wasnât going to get any special treatment in this makeshift hospital with virtually no staff and no medications. Berta couldnât walk, and even if she could, where could she take her? Now that theyâd abandoned the apartment on Trebacka Street, Natalia and the rest of the commandos in her unit hunkered down wherever they happened to be, like the rest of the AK now trapped in Old Town. As crappy as this place was, at least Berta was off the streets.
âDo you remember . . . when we first met?â Berta had opened her eyes again.
âYes, I doubt I could ever forget it,â Natalia said, remembering the gruesome incident on the train. âYou were the strong one that day. Iâm not sure if I could have continued on if you hadnât been there for me.â
Berta reached over and took her hand with a surprisingly strong grip. âYouâll survive this.â
Nataliaâs eyes clouded up. âSo will you, Berta. Weâll survive it together. Iâll come back tomorrow.â
âDonât worry about me. Iâll be fine. Like you said . . . in a day or two.â
Twelve
26 A UGUST
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