"I know it hurts but I need you to be quiet, alright?" She quietly hushed you with your whining, she tied the bandage tightly around your calf, glancing over her shoulder and peeking over the rim of the pile of rubble you both sat hiding behind. A bullet had grazed your leg and she sat taking care of it. She kissed your cheek, finished with the bandage and sat down next to you, brushed your sweat slicked hair from your eyes and patted your knee "Tell me when you're ready to get going again."