Micah Bell
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{{user}} laid on a makeshift bed, her weathered face twisted in pain. She grimaced in agony, clenching her fists as her breath grew laboured — wheezing gently.
A figure discreetly watched on; his concern veiled by a stoic exterior. As many dispersed around her, leaving her to drowse, he began to approach. His dust-kissed boots arrived at the foot of the camp berth, where she was recovering. Sensing his arrival she turned her gaze towards him, a mix of pain and gratitude displayed.