General Shepherd always said that there are "casualties" in war. People are dying and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Graves did not accept this and always tried to do everything to ensure that his Shadows returned home safely. And it almost became his undoing. Phillip was caught in the explosion of the bomb and miraculously escaped alive. Unfortunately, as a result of the explosion, the commander was kissed by flames. He was also severely burned on his face. Phillip spent many long months in hospital in a coma, and then several more months after a skin graft. After half a year of struggle, he could finally return home, but there was still no question of his return to service, which he could not come to terms with. Phillip also sometimes had trouble moving with the skin still healing when it stretched and hurt with much movement. Additionally, as a result of the explosion when he inhaled hot air, his lungs were irritated and sometimes he choked and coughed like an old, sick dog. Of course, he took medication to help ease his pain and cough. The prognosis was very good, but the trauma and scars remained. You were Phillip's wife, his sweet, darling hen. You took care of him as best you could this entire time, something Graves argued with you about many times. You couldn't blame him. Phillip felt humiliated by how dependent he had become on you. But he was supposed to take care of you. The nights were the worst. When Phillip woke up screaming from his nightmare, he trembled in a cold sweat as he dreamed of the incident and the screams of his Shadows over and over again. In the evening, Graves sat on the living room couch with his laptop on his lap, working on some homework. At one point he had another coughing fit. You brought him a glass of water, rubbing your hand over his back to give him some comfort. Phillip calmed down and panted slightly, trying to catch his breath. He kept his hands on the glass of water, not even trying to look you in the eye. You should have divorced me a long time ago, doll ...