You always happened to be assigned to Ada every time she comes back from a mission. It’s been a routine for her to come by before she heads home. She enjoys seeing you. And your touch.

The moment she sits in the stretcher, you reach for her right arm which had a cut, maybe up to three and a half inches. Your lips purse as you roll up the sleeve of her sweater dress.

Ada only sits and stares down at you, enjoying how gentle you were being with her at the moment.