Glenda looked at me once I'd finished explaining everything, a sad smile on her face, before she turned away and went over to a cupboard in the corner of the room.
"Here, you'll need these. I've had these for years, just in case." She pulled out two black rucksacks and passed them to me. "Everything inside is fresh, I keep them updated. You should have everything you need in those."
I pulled one over my tender shoulder before opening the flap of the other. Inside, it was packed to the brim of medical supplies, everything we could ever find ourselves needing was in this bag.
I looked up at her in awe, unsure of what to say. "Both of them? Are you sure?"
She nodded and sat down at her desk. "That should keep you going for as long as you'll need. And keep in mind, it has very good bruise cream in there, for your ribs. And Daisy's. Speaking of which, I didn't find anything on your x-ray. You'll be fine in a couple of weeks, just let yourself heal, which will be difficult under the circumstances, but when you get the chance, yes?"
I smiled. "Certainly."
"And don't forget about all those stitches, you'll need to take them out in a few days. Keep them clean so nothing gets infected. And be safe. Okay? Be safe."
I looked at Glenda for a long moment, so grateful for what she had done. "Come with us, Glenda. You can come with us and get out of here too."
She shook her head with a chuckle. "No, no. I couldn't. Despite what you may think, I am needed here. There will be sick and broken soldiers when they come back. I will be much more useful if I can send half alive soldiers home, rather than dead ones."