Emmilyn got the message that the strange military man who'd joined up a couple days before was returning to their camp and she nodded. A second, a man of intelligence and military knowledge.  Patting the older woman who mnitored the radio she smiled. "Ask him to come find me when he gets here please?"<br/><br/>The woman sent that message to him as Emmilyn, moved back to the medical tents.  So many, so sick, she knew there were some that were certain to not make it. Long slow and lingering deaths awaited some.  The thought made her eyes well up, but she blinked them away. Making sure the peopel were comfortable as best she could.<br/><br/>Moving on she continued her rounds with the few other medical people to check on others, and wait for new to arrive. Fewer and fewer of those were coming in. They needed better shelter. Soon.<br/><br/>Emmilyn wasn't the type to shirk responsibility, even at such a young age she was working hard. Thoughts upon the task at hand and planning for the next. As she checked upon wounds and dressed them best she could from thier dwindling supplies. Questions brought to her sh'd continue to work as she answered those questions best she could.  Strange how life changed drastically. If someone had said she'd be the one people come to for answers. Emmi would have laughed.