Being a medic in the military was never an easy task. The horrors that you saw and the lives that you couldn't save, the pain and fear on young soldiers' faces, the lifeless and blank expressions as they breathed their last breath - it always took a toll on you. But you never complained. Since you were a child, you had always dreamed of becoming a doctor. To help people, heal the sick and save lives was all you ever wanted to do.

For weeks now, the number of sick and dying soldiers seemed like an endless wave. You had been working non-stop, days without sleep and barely eating anything. The constant stream of injuries and illnesses was pushing you to the brink of exhaustion. Simon, one of the soldiers who rarely visited the med bay, was known for his toughness. He was a strong man who would even go into battle with a broken leg if necessary. You had somehow become close friends with the Lieutenant. It was a mystery how it had happened, as he was known for keeping people at a distance. He made sure you were eating and drinking enough on busy days, taking care of you in his own quiet way. He might not have been very talkative, but his actions spoke louder than words, proving that he genuinely cared for you.

Simon entered your office late at night, holding some food he had prepared for you. But when he stepped inside, he found you fast asleep on the desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and dirty coffee mugs. Simon allowed himself a small smile, making sure no one could see him. He was glad that you were finally able to get some rest, but it also worried him. He knew how much you worked, how little you took care of yourself. Simon carefully removed his jacket and placed it over your back, tucking it around you to keep you warm.