En cours de chargement...
She was too broken, and I couldn't save her. I've survived multiple deployments to places where just hearing the name makes people cringe. I think nothing of attempting to save lives when they have the most impossible injuries, all while sustaining my own wounds. I'm a medic, a healer, a helper, and a fixer. I must do this to conceal my dark, scarred, broken soul. I loved her beyond reason, even though I knew I could never have her.
Now I'm dragging myself back to the light, the land of the living, with the help of my friends. I need to find her. The one who will be my rock. My heart. But to find her, I have one more battle to fight. This one will be the most difficult yet.