when we got outside.
“Some bandages, I think?” Christa glanced back over her shoulder. “Most of the equipment was probably in the other room. That must be where all the doctors and nurses are.”
I had a feeling that wasn’t the case.
The clinic where I’d volunteered back home wasn’t anything fancy, but it was neat and mosquito-free. And it had rooms full of equipment. Machines that the orderlies wheeled around. Drawers and drawers full of medicine and syringes.
I didn’t know what to think of any of it. Maybe I should ask Dad. He probably understood it all better than I did.
“I think we lost them.” Christa pointed up the street. We could still see the rest of our group, but they were so far ahead of us now, we couldn’t tell who was who.
I didn’t actually mind, though. There was only one person I’d been looking forward to spending time with today, and she was standing right in front of me.
“Well.” I turned to meet Christa’s eyes. “If they’re that far off, I guess there’s no point trying to catch up.”
Christa smiled.
“I’m quite confident,” she said, “that we can have a lot more fun on our own.”
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