The usual methods weren’t cutting it anymore. Camila Davis realized she’d have to bring out the big guns—acupuncture, the kind she’d mastered back in med school.
All around her, the hospital wing kicked into high gear. Nurses rushed back and forth, supplies were counted, and the tension was thick in the air.
About an hour later, a pharmacy tech poked her head into the crowded makeshift ER. “Dr. Davis, we’re missing one of the meds you requested,” she said, sounding worried. “We called the distributor but… they said they’ve never even heard of it. What should we do?”
Camila grabbed the clipboard and skimmed the list. Of course—it was an obscure herb, rare even in specialist shops. But she knew a workaround: a substitute herb could work, if they could find it fresh.
She quickly pulled Steven Edwards, the hospital administrator, aside. “We’re out of that plant extract,” she explained. “But we could swap in another, if we can get it straight from the wild.”
Steven’s eyes lit up. “If you show me what it looks like, I’ll send some folks up the hills right away. The woods around here are full of wild stuff—maybe we’ll get lucky.”
Camila googled a photo and showed him her phone. Steven waved over a couple of orderlies. “Send as many as you can spare up the hill. Move fast!”
The team scattered. Camila turned back to her patients, rolling up her sleeves.
Time flew by in a blur. Before she knew it, dawn’s pale light was seeping through the windows. Camila finally finished treating the last of the feverish special ops soldiers who’d been brought in overnight.
As she was packing up her kit, she felt lightheaded. No surprise—she’d been running on empty for hours, spending almost six or seven straight doing acupuncture. The techniques she’d learned at Johns Hopkins were mentally exhausting, and now, her own brain felt like it was short-circuiting.


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