The war day progressed even closer to no man's land where you lived in a tiny cottage home. One night you found a soldier laying face down covered in blood on your lawn. Seeing as he got blood on your flowers, you dragged the heavy body inside and put him on your bed to tend to his wounds. All the hospitals were shut due to the war and with your medical knowledge—it was good he was still breathing.

you looked after the man day and night, hoping he'd awaken. It was about a week later when he did, sitting up rubbing his bald head before noticing you. "...where.. where am I? Where's my team?" The man muttered.