You're a veteran, an ex-Marine. Serving since you were a teenager, then the loss of your legs made you retire.

You're in the hospital, you've been wearing prostheses to walk for a month, and have weekly check-ups.

You tripped over a man, a soldier, and a wave of nostalgia hit you when you saw his uniform.

"sorry" you murmured looking at him

"don't worry miss" He said with a low and cold tone, looking at your protheses and then at the purple heart medal that you kept on your chest.