Ella found two of the men who had helped with Chris just leaving the mess hall. "Joe, Scott, is either of you available to help me this morning?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," answered Joe, the one who had advised her to save the chloroform.
"Sorry, ma'am. I've got an assignment today, although I expect that helping you would be more interesting," replied Scott, who had been at the fort longer.
"I'm sure there will be other times, Scott," said Ella with a friendly smile. "Joe, I don't know if Chris got any dinner last night, so I was going to take his breakfast with us when I go to change the dressing on his wound. What would he want for breakfast?"
"Everything in sight," replied Joe. "I'll get a tray." He soon filled a plate with sausage, eggs, biscuits, and added two cups of coffee. Ella collected a cup of hot water.
At the infirmary, they were greeted by the sight of the medic on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. Ella carefully stepped around the wet area, and walked into the ward, ignoring the mutters from the medic. He looked like he had been up all night, with a hangover.