Timeless

Chapter 3

Kat, I love you, but respectfully, you're an idiot and we all know it haha. Double-update since i just got to a really good point in the fic and wanted to give you a little more!

Most days as a nurse were relatively boring, actually. It wasn't that there wasn't a lot to do—because there certainly was. There was the inventory, done every single morning and to ensure that they constantly had enough supplies. There were also physicals, which rotated weekly depending on the flight crews that came back and were passing through.

On an average day, the nurses were allotted an hour for breakfasts, an hour for lunch, and an hour for dinners. Along with a daily break of an hour, it cut their work day practically in half. That was if there weren't any missions or reconnaissance being run. If there was reconnaissance being run, the nurses were on call. It could be as short as a few hours and as long as three days—taking things in shifts was how you managed that time.

Then of course, there was Doctor Adler—someone who insisted on giving them all proper training at least once a day on seemingly random things. He preferred the practical application of tests and also insisted that the nurses change out the bed sheets, wash and clean the hospital beds, and practice the different drills.

All of this, of course, kept Kathryn and the other girls very busy on their feet. Idleness during a time of war was a sin, in a way. Not a single girl wanted to be caught out of line and face Doctor Adler's wrath. It wasn't that he was a cruel man in any way, just strict at times and demanding that they were the very best that they could be. Kathryn found that rather fair, all things considered.

At the moment, Kathryn was helping with the inventory of bandages. Laura was keeping count while Kathryn kept a tally on her clipboard. Laura's curls were bound back in a bun tightly and she glanced over at the other nurses, stifling a scoff.

"You're doing it again," Kathryn murmured, letting out a sigh and glancing up from her clipboard.

"Is it all they can focus on? The men?" Laura hissed, a frown crossing her normally rosy cheeks. "I mean, honestly! We're at war and all they can think about is having a good time."

"Oh Laur," Kathryn said, setting down the clipboard for a minute. "I don't think they mean it like that."

Laura just let out a huff of air, rolling her eyes and straightening her shoulders. "Does it matter how they mean it? Look at them! They can't stop flirting!"

"Sometimes, I think you're the only person with sense in this whole damn camp," Kathryn stifled a laugh of her own.

"That's because I'm the only woman here who doesn't want to sleep with your brother," Laura deadpanned, jaw tensing slightly.

At that, Kathryn had to agree. Almost every other nurse in the Hospital Wing was staring off into the distance as some of the higher ranking men walked by. "Well that makes two of us. I believe we were on 52?" Kathryn said, tapping on her clipboard with a soft smile.

Laura giggled at the words. "52 it is. You've got a strange sense of humor, Kitty."