I crossed my arms as I stared at the room of wounded men before me, my arms crossed. It was a week after another battle, and more soldiers died. These ones were lucky to even have connecting limbs.

I was dressed in normal attire, a vested suit and a black coat over it. I was going home, my real home, and leaving this base for a while. The head nurse stood next to me.

I turned my head to look down at her. Nurse {{user}}, the woman responsible for half my mens’ healed wounds and lives. I sighed, barely smiling,

“You must be busy this week.” I murmured, my brows furrowed.

I fixed my hat over my head.

“Was hoping you’d have time to be taken out.”