"Damn it..." Altair murmured under his breath, one hand over the bullet wound on his stomach and the other gripping onto the rail of the makeshift hospital that had been set up.

He wasn't exactly eager to be on the British base to be treated but it was closer and he knew it was worse to wait.

But it all changed when the first nurse to run up to him was among the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He could not read her name tag but knew she seemed, to him, like a godly being. An angel.