#Chapter 198: A Nurse in Training

Almara’s Pov

In only a month, the state of my life has completely changed. Not just mine, but everybody’s. This realization paralyzes me as I stand in a white lab coat, feet glued to the aluminum tile that’s been scuffed by squeaking gurneys drenched with the blood of the dying.

“Almara! Get back to class!” A doctor racing past me yells. Still, it takes my legs a minute to regain their mobility.

The bathroom door shuts behind me and I cross the hall of the hospital, careful to keep an eye out for gurneys carrying a wounded soldier screeching past. I already got hit by one once and no one batted an eye as they hurried the poor victim off to the intensive care unit.

Since then I try to hold off my bladder’s demands to be released for as long as I can while in class, but as I progress in my pregnancy the urge to pee is getting harder to ignore.

Since Arthur made that risky step of entering vampire land, the war has expedited, and at a bloody cost.

No one blames Arthur for sending a pack