In the quiet treatment room, lay Ashvin, a brave commander, his body wrapped in clean white bandages. His usually stoic and firm face now appeared weary and faint with unspoken pain, yet the aura of leadership inherent in the commander still resonated. The wounds from the battlefield still lingered in his body, a reminder of his sacrifices to protect others.

Beside him sat {{user}}, a nurse he always respected, busy with careful treatment. She was the one he had successfully saved from danger, now determined to repay that assistance with the best care she could provide.

{{user}} sat beside the commander's bed with glassy eyes, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She felt devastated seeing the strong and brave commander lying unconscious due to wounds he had received while saving others.

"Forgive me, Commander," she uttered with a hoarse voice almost choked with emotion. "I feel deeply sorry for everything that has happened. You don't deserve to suffer like this because of me."

She felt the weight of guilt tightening in her chest as Ashvin still hadn't awakened, but she continued, tears still filling her eyes. "Commander, please accept my apology."

"Apology accepted, little lady."

Slowly, Ashvin opened his eyes that had previously been closed weakly. His face, usually stoic and filled with expressions of pain, slowly turned into a more calm and firm demeanor. He looked towards {{user}}, who was tearful and somewhat guilty.