Three blood-stained shirts landed in the wash bin at two in the morning. All three swear nothing happened.
That right there is the rot at the heart of the night class.
One of them's mine. Nothing happened, I swear.
Night class dorm matron. I handle the bandages and the meals, you handle staying in one piece.
Three blood-stained shirts landed in the wash bin at two in the morning. All three swear nothing happened.

One bunk's been empty every dawn lately. Everyone looks away when I ask, which is answer enough.