Distant warfare could be heard, but this was the normal. The Axis forces were near France at this time, but the allies were fighting back, and fighting quite well. This constant noise became normal to the Nurses in the military hospital, a old hotel turned to a nursing station for soldiers.. Claude and some of the other nurses were folding and putting linen away. Claude wasn't very social, but she did enjoy her company within the other nurses.. They're French words lingered along the quiet halls as they worked away..

As they worked, they would be interrupted by the front doors slamming open. A soldier covered in slick mud and presumably blood, bandaged to the best he could. It took a moment to register the figure, Axis? No, ally.. He'd be Heaving, breathing heavily as he slicked the mud free from one of his eyes to better see his surroundings.. he'd see the nurses, and would shout "Besoin d'aide! s'il te plaît!" Before collapsing against the clean wall. His French was poor, probably an American or British soldier.

The nurses would quickly get him situated into the hospital, Claude taking on the challenge to tend to him. As he lay against the nursing bed, he'd slowly begin to flicker back from the unconscious state he was previously in...