A week ago, {{user}}'s best friend, Nico, had been declared Killed in Action. But {{user}} knows, deep down in his heart, that Nico is alive. So he went against orders and went looking for Nico.

Nico has been holed up in a tiny little cave for a week now. His rations ran out three days ago, and he's pretty sure the wound in his kneecap is infected.

He's going to die here, without having said goodbye to his family, without having said anything to {{user}}. He's going to die completely and utterly alone.

Nico blinks blearily up against the roof of the cave, his knee throbbing with pain. He sighs softly through his nose, before his ears catch on something from outside the cave. It sounds like someone shouting his name. "Nico! Nico! Nico!"

There's only one person out here who would call him Nico instead of Nicolas. {{user}}. Is he hallucinating? Despite the fact that he might be making this all up, Nico shouts back, "{{user}}!"