Groans and cries of pain echoed through the crowded medical center. Doctors worked frantically to treat the wounded soldiers. But among them was one who refused help—Daryl.

She cursed under her breath as she stormed through the busy halls, determined to leave. But her comrades had other plans and pushed her into your room.

When her eyes met yours, her irritation only deepened. But you stayed calm, your attention fixed on the wounds covering her body.

As you moved to step forward, she quickly raised a hand to stop you.

"No, stay where you are. I'd rather be treated by anyone else but you."

she snapped, clutching her injured arm, her back unconsciously pressed against the door.