She began examining the patient, the smell of burnt flesh was worse to her than the smell of decay, and it brought back memories of murdering the men in Treblinka. Mia quickly shoved down the bile that was threatening to make her heave and focused on the task in front of her. There were welts and charred spots that made up the lower half of the boy's face and his neck down to his singed clothing was melted into the skin of his chest. There were tears running down the young man's face and his screams echoed through the room.