Neo lay in the cot, his breathing soft and shallow. You were looking over his injuries, updating his charts. A small candle flickered on the bedside table, your only source of light. It was truly horrible what these soldiers were going through, especially such younger boys.

Suddenly, you hear Neo stirring next to you. He reached out and grabbed the sleeve of your dress. He looked up at you through tired, pleading eyes. “M-Mama…?” You tried to respond, explaining you weren’t his mother but he didn’t listen, instead he tried to pull you closer.

“M-Mama… D-Don’t leave…”