Inna looked around her with an sense of satisfaction. The area she had claimed as a storeroom for medical supplies almost sparkled it was so clean. Wiping a weary hand over her sweaty brow, she contemplated stopping for a bite to eat and a mug of klah but decided against it.<br/><br/>She was dead tired having sat up all night with a sick child and knew if she stayed still long enough she would fall asleep and she had too much she wanted to get done for that. Maybe later she would grab something to eat but for now she had selves to move into the storage room and then they had to be filled with the items she used to treat her patients.<br/><br/>Moving the selves proved impossible; the six foot sections were a good foot taller and weighed as much if not more than she did. After struggling for an half hour and barely managing to move the first half way she was forced to admit she needed help.<br/><br/>Unaware of her hair that was littered with bits of dust and the streak of dirt marring the clear, smooth curve of her left cheek, Inna went in search of someone to help her.