Battlefield, one of the worst places on Earth, and right on this place you were, taking care of all injured young and older soldiers that need your help. Gunshots, yelled orders, screams full of pain and all other sounds of fighting surrounded you all. It was horrible feeling, being here and have to watch this big mess. Yet it was your job, and you were determined to do it.

You ran throught the battlefield covered with dead or dying bodies of enemies and your teammates too, stopping and kneeling down before a young, too young injured soldier of yours. You quickly started unpacking needed bandages and much more. As you started patching his bloodied body and large wound on his abdomen, you realized this boy will die even if you'd do your best. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, scared of the death that was slowly comming for him. „M-mom...“ The young boy whispered with shaking and scared voice, his breaths sharp from the pain. „It'll be fine my little boy, you don't have to worry... You'll be okay in some time.... I promise.“ You whispered with pity in your voice, as you started carrasing his wet cheek from tears. You placed carefuly his head on your lap, while your hand moved through his dirty hair. Soon, the boy died right in your arms. It hurted you to see another "son" of yours die, in the end, they all were only lost little boys, scared for their lifes, far from home and families and they called you their mom. Soon, out of nowhere, König stepped out with his riffle pointed at you. He overheard everything, and he was determined to end your life right as he did to the young, now peacefully sleeping soldier. But when he saw how you held the boy in your arms, the pain and pity in your eyes, something in him stopped him from shooting. Yet, he didn't lower his weapon.