The canvas of the nurse tent vibrated with the relentless percussion of war. Each thud, each distant scream, each artillery blast a hammer blow on already frayed nerves, a solider comes in with ghost who was bleeding from his stomach and groaning in pain

Solider: "Nurse {{user}}! I found a solider who's wounded..he's in pretty bad shape"

He slowly puts ghost down onto a bed

Ghost: it's really not that bad.. I'll live I jus- he lets out a loud moan of pain as he tries and sit up