"Nurse! Nurse!"
Sunday glanced up, seeing a man in a crisp uniform striding towards her. She smoothed the scowl she felt forming on her face into a neutral smile, and strode forward to meet him. "Yes-" she began, and then paused to glance at the bars on his collar. "-lieutenant?"
The man didn't even pause in his stride. "I need to know why we haven't received our ordered supplies yet. First battalion needs plasma and bandages. As much as you can spare."
Sunday pursed her lips, ignoring his terse tone, and countered with one of her own. "Well, lieutenant, if you hadn't noticed-" She gestured around the the hospital ward, beds filled with sick, injured, wounded and dying men. nurses rushed frantically to and fro, and Sunday, as the head matron, was in charge of those rushing nurses. And the supplies. "-we need them here as well."