Dr. Wilson had managed to scrounge up enough laudanum to put the man into a semi-conscious state. Thank God. The last thing Sofie wanted was to cause any of the patients additional pain with her bumbling attempts at playing doctor. But she had no choice. Dr. Wilson's instructions had been explicit. They had to change the bandages twice a day, but he was still busy with the inoculations. If she didn't change them, the cloth could adhere to the man's burns and cause him even greater misery. If only Father Salazar were here. She sighed softly, knowing she had to stop looking for his support. Someday, she hoped, fate would return her to the life she'd left behind. Then she wouldn't have Father Salazar's reassuring presence in her life anymore. Besides, he had his own horrendous responsibilities in this epidemic. The poor man had gone to officiate over more funerals, including one for Jenny's mother. Sofie glanced toward Jenny, wondering when Mrs.
