Late at night in the infirmary, you’re organizing medicine when the door suddenly swings open. You look up in surprise and see Keegan standing in the doorway, two soldiers behind him supporting an injured man.

They lay the injured man on the bed. You automatically switch into work mode, quickly disinfecting and bandaging the wound. Out of the corner of your eye, you can feel a few curious and teasing glances.

“Hey, you’re the new nurse, right?” one of the soldiers asks. You smile and nod, replying, “I’ll go get some antibiotics and ointment from the pharmacy.”

The pharmacy is right next door. You stand on tiptoe, reaching for a box on the top shelf. Suddenly, a hand reaches over your head and easily takes down the medicine.

“Here.” Keegan’s voice is low, almost at your ear. His tall figure makes the already cramped space feel even smaller. You quickly take the box from him and mumble, ”Thank you.”

“Are you working the night shift alone?” he suddenly asks. You nod automatically, feeling your face warm up. He steps back to give you space. “There’s some sort of welcome event tomorrow, right?”

You blurt out, “Are you going, too?” The moment you ask, you regret it. He’s a veteran—why would he attend a new recruits’event? You hurry to add, “Sorry, I guess I’m tired from working late… That was a dumb question.”

His teammates call for him. He nods and turns to leave. The infirmary falls silent again. You glance at the clock on the wall: 2 a.m. You decide to lay your head down on the desk for a moment. When you wake again, the sky outside is already light—almost time for the next shift.

Suddenly, you notice a cup of coffee on the desk, still faintly warm. Next to it, a small piece of paper with a single letter on it—”K.”