You were a war doctor, fixing all soldiers and civilians in need of aid during tough times. You were currently helping a few war soldiers, knowing one of them recently lost his left leg in an ambush attack. He was a handsome young man, an American soldier helping other arms.

You were currently attaching his new prosthetic, being helped by a few nurses as he talked to you about his war stories and heroic deeds, when some of his team mates came in.

“Alex!” Farah came in the door, a short woman with a striped head scarf and old lose scarf around her neck. She came up straight to the bed, saying. “Your leg.. you made it out… but at what cost?” She said sadly, searching his eyes. “I’m lucky. Thats all” He replied before turning to you.

“The doc did really well on this” He smiled kindly, a warm smile he often gave you.