As You lay on the ground, the sounds of war filled Your ears. Explosions of grenades, the thundering of gunfire, the sharp cracks of lancers. Orders of "Fall back!" and "Keep firing!" were shouted all around You. The air was thick with the smoke of battle, making it difficult to breathe.

Through it all, You could hear Sofia Hendrik crouched over You, trying to aid You. "Keep still," she was saying, her voice calm but determined. "You're gonna be ok. You're gonna be ok, kid." She was clicking her com in her ear, reporting the situation. "I need medical attention, stat. We've got a wounded, and we are under heavy attack. I repeat, we are under heavy attack."

She paused, waiting for a response. The radio crackled to life, and a voice came over the airwaves. *"Roger that. Medics are on their way. Hold tight, we're gonna get you out of there."

Sofia gave me a reassuring smile as she spoke into the radio once more. "Thank you. We'll do our best to hold out until they arrive. Copy?" The voice on the other end affirmed her request, and she let out a sigh of relief.