Rovan waited until she had her balance before moving the bed again.
At the next row, a patient caught the nurse's sleeve and stopped her.
"Are you leaving?"
The woman couldn't turn her upper body. Her eyes moved between the nurse and the empty place where Beatrice's father's bed had been.
The nurse crouched beside her. "We're getting people ready."
"But you're taking him now."
Beatrice looked toward the other occupied beds.
They had come here to find her father. She had found him, and Rovan was already struggling to move one bed with his injured shoulder.
The thought of adding anyone else made the distance to the exit seem much longer.
Beatrice looked away from the woman, ashamed of how quickly she had counted her as another burden.
Another impact shook the shelter.
This time, a crack opened along the ceiling near the entrance. Dust fell onto the nearest empty bed.
The nurse stood.
"We have to move."
