Lita, Pete and Rodeo - Early Afternoon
Lita throws open the flap of the triage tent and steps outside into the bright afternoon sun. An hour and a half of delicate, backbreaking work on a man whose prognosis was iffy at best left Lita feeling dejected and ineffectual. She jammed the heel of her hand against her eye, attempting to knead away the ache that had settled behind the socket.
Lita sees Pete approaching from the direction of the resources bay and she watches his progress from a distance. She still can't believe he came. She knows she'll never hear the end of it but Lita is fairly certain he won't be tempted to blab. Lita isn't sure how much of Pete's discretion can be chalked up to dedication to his craft and how much is due to Savannah's intervention. Whatever the reason, the two rivals hadn't snapped at each other once since he's arrived, which is a noticeable improvement to their normal interaction.
"I see your sutures have improved dramatically since the last time I saw them," Lita calls to him. In spite of the dire circumstances, a small grin forms on her lips as he approaches. "More like a real doctor and less like grandma trying to embroider a sampler after her third cup of sherry."