DAY 95, Evening
Gisela woke up wonderfully late. All of the work yesterday, plus Bert being sick, had knocked her right out. But now she felt much better, more energy. Bert wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so she assumed he was off working out or eating or doing whatever it was he did. She took his absence as a sign he was feeling better.
Which meant she should get up and get busy, too. She pulled on a clean uniform, fixed her hair, and set off to check on her patients.
First stop was Gunter’s room, as it was on the way to the infirmary. Sort of. Close enough.
She knocked on the door when she got there, and called out, “Gunter? It’s me.” She hoped he was alone. Or at least... decent.
Which meant she should get up and get busy, too. She pulled on a clean uniform, fixed her hair, and set off to check on her patients.
First stop was Gunter’s room, as it was on the way to the infirmary. Sort of. Close enough.
She knocked on the door when she got there, and called out, “Gunter? It’s me.” She hoped he was alone. Or at least... decent.