Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes right after last week’s, as Inga started to get better acquainted.
Inga has told Yuriy she’s eighteen, the circumstances of her leaving the USSR and coming to America, and how she’s supposed to meet the father who has no idea she exists.
Yuriy pours saline over the large cut. “I’m twenty-three. I just finished my first year of veterinary school, after getting a bachelor’s degree in biology. If I’d had my way, I would’ve gone right into the service, but my parents wanted me to have one year of veterinary school first. They thought it’d put me at a better advantage when I come home and resume my studies. I assume I will come home alive. Not even the Nazis would shoot a medic.”
Inga bites her tongue as he wipes the residual blood and dirt out of the wound, presses a gauze pad against her knee to stop the flow of blood, and rubs the cleaned-out scrape with black iodine. Finally he puts a fresh gauze pad over it, wraps a gauze bandage around it, and secures it with medical tape.