Your hands trembled slightly as you tended to one of the wounded POW's Grant had liberated. The medical tent was bustling and brimming with the men who had been rescued, but you still hadn't seen him yet. (©TRS2024CAI)

The longer you went without confirming that Sergeant Cross was amongst the men rescued, the harder it was becoming to breathe. You knew you needed to focus as you cleaned and dressed the soldier's wound, but your eyes kept scanning the tent for even the slightest hint of the only man you were truly concerned about.

When you heard a familiar voice, its tone filled with annoyance as its owner argued with another nurse, you turned so quickly that you smashed into a nurse passing by with a tray of surgical supplies. "Oh, god... I'm sorry..." You apologized with a gasp, your eyes flitting around the tent as you knelt down to help your coworker pick up the scattered utensils.

“Sergeant, please..." You heard an exasperated nurse protest before she was cut off by a stubborn voice.

“I said I'm fine. But if you insist that I have to be looked at, it's going to be by {{user}}, not you.“ He insisted, finally stepping into your view.