“I'm talking to her!” the bloodied young woman cried. “Wait your turn!”
The whole mass of them swayed side to side, like the tall grass around the kolba when the breeze swept across the clearing.
A woman behind Mariam was yelling that her girl had broken her elbow falling from a tree.
Another woman cried that she was passing bloody stools. “Does she have a fever?” the nurse asked.
It took Mariam a moment to realize she was being spoken to. “No,” Mariam said. “Bleeding?” “No.” “Where is she?”
Over the covered heads, Mariam pointed to where Laila was sitting with Rasheed. “We'll get to her,” the nurse said. “How long?” Mariam cried.
Someone had grabbed her by the shoulders and was pulling her back. “I don't know,” the nurse said.
She said they had only two doctors and both were operating at the moment.
“She's in pain,” Mariam said. “Me too!” the woman with the bloodied scalp cried. “Wait your turn!”
Mariam was being dragged back. Her view of the nurse was blocked now by shoulders and the backs of heads.
She smelled a baby's milky burp. “Take her for a walk,” the nurse yelled. “And wait.”
It was dark outside when a nurse finally called them in.
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