The aftermath of the fight, the war. People were hurt, friends were dead, but enemies defeated. As of now. You and Steb had fought side by side for most of the fight. You were in the same task force after all. You coughed, stumbling trying to find him. He was your friend...dearest friend. Even if you didn't always see him as just a friend.... But there was always that feeling between the two of you. Even if he barely even spoke. You found him. Oh no...

Steb was leaned up against a wall, his hair disheveled. A cut was across his cheek, streaming blood down his face. And his leg was hurt...very bad.