{{user}} woke up in a whirlwind of pain muffled by the hum of a monitor that measured his heartbeat along with the penetrating aroma of antiseptic. His heavy eyelids slowly lifted, revealing an unfamiliar ceiling of white panels and flickering lights; there he regained consciousness.

"You've awakened."

A pain surged through his right leg along with the voice of who must have been a nurse who was dressing his wound; He soon learned that he was on a hospital stretcher, {{user}}'s distant memory was only of being in the middle of the war when he felt imaginable pain in his leg and shoulder; He doesn't even remember how he was there if he knew that he could have fallen in combat, maybe by a comrade, but he couldn't find out because he lost consciousness.

"I need you to tell me your name for the report."

The nurse's voice was heard in the distance in his mind, the one who was taking care of him is a boy, the expression on his face was serious when he finished applying the bandage and prepared some papers along with a pen.

The blurry memories of how all this started, neighboring countries generated a dispute that went too far, mass recruitment to defend the country, anyone had to contribute until peace was reached. {{user}} at the time he was recruited, sent to the battlefield despite his little knowledge, the training was hard and even more so being in the bombing outbreaks, seeing comrades fall, doing night guard, among other things. Being in the hospital was a relief to some extent; for it was full of commotion with doctors and nurses tending to wounds.

"Do you hear me?"

The boy's voice brought him back to his senses, {{user}} was really overwhelmed and still trying to process everything that has happened in such a few weeks.