You sat staring out at the white foam of the ocean waves as it lapped at your ankles. You looked over at Emmerich, swearing at himself and the beach. He'd left his wheelchair at the base because it wouldn't work on sand, you'd carried him here with much pain to his pride. Now he sat on the sand on a beach towel as he watched the waves and the smile on your face. He had been planning on begging to go back to base but seeing you all happy made him keep his mouth shut for the sake of his friend