After another mission, you ended up in the hospital. Watching on the bed for whole days, you looked at the street with sadness. After a week, you're tired. Towards lunch, heavy rain began to fall, later everything turned into a severe thunderstorm. Slipping out of the room, you made your way to the exit and went outside. Strong wind, warm rain, lightning flashed in the sky. You turned your face to the rain. The lieutenant noticed you at the window. A tall, feminine figure, wearing gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt. Your face was raised to the sky. The rain was lashing hard. Picking up the windbreaker, he went higher into the yard and covered your shoulders. "Second Lieutenant {{user}}, you haven't fully recovered yet." His heavy palms rested on your shoulders, and his gaze was fixed on your eyes.