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yell over the noise of the plane. “Stay seated,” he said before gesturing with his hands to keep the seat belts on. Not that Monica had taken hers off.
    Other than the training she’d been a part of a year and a half before in Florida, this was Monica’s first real test. A foreign country with multiple issues that would bring untold patients. Flood victims, earthquake survivors, patients cut off from their families. When she’d stepped on the plane, she locked away the part of her that bled for those who truly suffered.
    Early in her ER career one of her mentors had told her something that stuck with her from that day forward. “You’re here to help. Either get in there and get your ass to work, or step away. You won’t do anyone any good crying. You can cry later.”
    Best advice ever.
It made her a better nurse. Monica knew that. Patients didn’t always understand, but her colleagues… they got it.
    As much as Monica braced her spine for what was coming, there was no way to brace for the reality of the scale of this mass casualty incident.
    The airplane met the tarmac with a jolt, the landing anything but smooth.
American Airlines has nothing to fear.
    The nurses and doctors were shuffled off the plane while search and rescue workers were helping unload the cargo. They brought with them everything they thought they’d need. Boxes of first aid supplies along with emergency medicine, antibiotics, and their own food supplies were crated out.
    Dawn was just starting to spread on the horizon. The humid heat of the Caribbean felt mildly uncomfortable on Monica’s back. Other than Walt, she didn’t know any of the other nurses or doctors on their team. They’d met in LA before taking off. Most had their heads in their iPods or on movies on the first flight. Tina, the only newbie aside from Monica, stood beside her outside the plane as they met the Jamaican officials by the cargo doors.
    “You ready for this?” Tina asked.
    “Doubt it. You?”
    “Until we’ve both said we’ve done this… exactly this… I doubt either of us are ready.”
    Tina pointed to a pallet of boxes that were painfully familiar to an ER nurse. “What are those?”
    Monica’s back teeth ground together. “Body bags.”
    Tina’s face went pale. “Oh.”
    The medical staff was shuffled off to another part of the runway. They’d landed in Kingston. They would be helicoptered into the Ocho Rios area and spread out from there in various means of transportation that would manage to traverse the damage.
    Monica had never been on a helicopter. In truth, heights and she had an understanding… on second thought, they didn’t. She managed airplanes because there was a strange safety inside the metal tube with wings. Out in the open… on a ledge? No. She didn’t even have a desire to see the Grand Canyon. That massive ditch did nothing for her hormones.
    “This is Reynard Kiffen. Second in charge of the off-island relief effort.” Their team leader, Dr. Donald Klein, introduced the Jamaican native.
    Reynard offered a smile, his white teeth in direct contrast to his dark skin. The smile was brief. “Thank you. My country, my people, thank you.” He spoke slowly and enunciated his words clearly through his obvious accent. “We have a temporary hospital set up in Saint Mary’s province. You will set up there. Accommodations are the best we can manage under the extreme circumstances.”
    “We aren’t expecting five-star hotels, Reynard,” Dr. Klein told him.
    The smile on Reynard’s face fell. “Some of the resorts are operational. Not many. They are taking in those they can. Moving tourists out as quickly as possible.”
    Monica hadn’t thought about the tourists, those visiting for the ultimate vacation only to find themselves in a war zone.
    “Everyone in the north is affected. No one I’ve met is free of the death.”
    Dr. Klein patted Reynard’s back when the man’s eyes lost focus, the effect on him obvious.
    Dr. Klein