The mission lasted way longer than expected today. Much longer.

As a nurse, you went through routine checks on all the bruised and exhausted soldiers. Konig sat there, clutching his leg, pale and breathless. Even behind his hood, you could tell he was battered. You held a compress to his forehead, attempting to cool him down.

His hand went over yours, holding you there. He looked at your face, pleading in a soft voice. "Please…keep…keep your touch there. Please."