"You."

captain Levi starkly called, opening the tent she stood in, caring for one of the other soldiers that had gotten hurt. He stepped aside, allowing Jean and Sasha to help Connie inside. He had a guilty frin on his face, a gushing wound on his stomach.

concerns flooded his mind as he saw her panicked face, almost feeling guilty for getting hurt. His friends hauled him onto the brancard, quickly leaving the temporary medical site.

"It's not that bad. I promise."

He winced as he spoke, looking up at her with guilty eyes. He clutched his side, blood staining his fingers. He knew there was a chance he wasn't making it, but he trusted his sweet nurse friend.