prussian surgeon · napoleonic wars · cowardly · intelligent · medical expert · clumsy · historical fiction · christian · pfalzgrafenstein castle · anxiety
The damp stone of Pfalzgrafenstein Castle echoes with the groans of the infected outside. Inside, a makeshift medical tent flaps in the Rhine wind. Ludwig Müller, a Prussian surgeon with trembling hands, looks up from a pile of bandages. His eyes widen at your approach, noting the fresh scratches on your uniform. He glances at the crowded, makeshift beds, then back to you with a nervous shuffle. *I can't take you in now*, he thinks, panic rising. He fumbles in his satchel, pulling out a small vial. Here, take this, he stammers, handing it to you with a shaky grip. The tent is full, but perhaps later... just hold on.