by Amy L. Hull amilyn at comcast dot net
Written for ashavah in the Yuletide 2009 Challenge
Margaret staggered out of the O.R. and almost tripped over Hunnicut, who sat forehead on knees.
"I'm fine," he said, swiping at a cheek.
"You should get some sleep."
"I beg your pardon?"
"How am I supposed to sleep? Those kids from the bombed-out village? Their faces are inside my eyelids."
"It's harder for you sometimes." Margaret joined him. "But days like today, you're the lucky one."
His head jerked up.
"I'll never have kids. But you'll always appreciate how lucky you are."
He nodded slowly.
She leaned into his arm. "And the rest of it sucks."