For months, you’d been held captive and tortured by the enemy for information. They went to the extent of waterboarding, edging your body closer and closer to death. But it never came.

Though some days you wished it had.

You’d been back for weeks, but you couldn’t shower, drink water, or sleep.

Soap tried to help. He had the shower running, one of his hands under the gentle stream and trying to get you to do the same. “Just feel it, it’s okay.. Just me an’ you, eh?”