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The protective helmet had been thrown off, there was no dark tinted visor shielding the eyes from the sun, the dust, or scraps of debris. A mass of deep blue and gold armor had been pulled off as a small group rushed in at the time to cover the fallen, various shouts had been thrown left and right with the distinct sound of gunfire and the roaring of something indescribable that seemed to be several clicks away. The smell of dirt and blood was diminished by the smell of smoke caused by the fire that charred whatever cloth or flesh it licked…

Beyond the rows of beds and rushing nurses, some were caked with blood as the wounded were rushed in by the tenfold, the yells wrought on by the physical pain and mental anguish were dulled upon the ears of one of the wounded. Through the course of minutes and hours, to the point of days slowly the mind of that one individual was recovering, trying to make sense of what went on that day from the failure. It rested on one of the beds along with the rest of the wounded soldiers surrounded by all the noise, the body seemingly devoid of vital signs had linens wrapped around the wounds along the side, the right shoulder, the left thigh and a tight fix around the temples.

Once in a while there would be some soldiers dressed in the official black uniforms that were part of the standard operation whenever the military made visits, especially to this one person. There were gold stars that varied in number on top of the shoulders of the suit jacket with a handsome crest of a ferocious looking leopard in profile view on the left arm. Their looks alone would often make even some of the older staff members like the all knowing doctors in white coats tense up, or the seasoned nurses tremble a bit as if what they did fell under the watchful and judgmental eyes of the officers that stood there amongst one of their own fallen comrades watching for something that would give reason to suspect malpractice.

There was a reputation to uphold while treating the finest men and women of the military, the officers were unaware of the pressure they placed on each person working there. A female nurse felt her voice crack as she described the condition their comrade was in. To the relief of the personnel there that person would live to fight and serve their country another day. The female nurse hurried out of the way past the small group of men dressed in black, her figure trailed off unaware of a higher ranked officer making his way down the clearing. A commandant in the group turned his head into the direction of the approaching figure. The higher ranking individual stopped short before colliding with the small nurse, a small pitiful squeak came from her mouth as she stared at the figure with wide eyes.

One female took off her black cap and casted a glance back at the figure that was on the hospital bed. She smiled softly and gently walked over to their comrade, gently stroking some hair of the figures face and whispered something ineligible to the other officers there. The bond of those there to see that one particular person was strong, the pros of fighting a war, at least what these experienced individuals could vouch on gave them a deep connection that might as well have rooted into something of a family. A tan skinned male pulled back the woman as the other two men there stood straight up to salute. The woman gulped slightly and stood up straight raising her right forearm to form a closed fist that was placed in front of the right side of the face.

"Brigadier Dernacht, sir." They all addressed him in unison.

"At ease," he responded, looking at each person there with cold calculating icy blue eyes. For a moment they seemed to warm up a bit as he asked the question they all had hoped for. "How is her condition?"

"Stable, Brigadier," the tan skinned male said moving to the side as the Brigadier decided to survey the scene himself. "We observed all those who watched over her just like you ordered."

"Good to hear…" he paused for a moment and decided to take off the black gloves that kept his hands warm. "Even if we are in our own territory we cannot get to comfortable with the citizens we protect, for there are savages amongst the tamed."

"Brigadier," the woman from earlier paused for a moment. "Do you want us to stay or…?"

"It's fine Captain Lonea," the Brigadier responded gently. "There are some things I have to discuss with our little friend here."

"B… But Sir, with all due respect," a dark haired male stepped into the conversation for a moment. "She's in no-"

"For fucks sake Joel, the man wants to be alone with his wife," Lonea glared at him for a second.

The brigadier placed his thumb and forefinger in-between the top part of his nose close by the sinus cavity and breathed in softly trying to drown out the bickering by the two officers. He was not all that fond that the Leopida's squad, that he had been forced to take under his leadership, had figured out that one detail about his private life. His wife never denied it much to his never-ending joy, but it was only amongst those of their own squad and that of the adopted Leopidas that were gathered around.

"Take the bickering outside," Dernacht wasn't going to have any fooling around. "Gunther, keep an eyes outside of hospital."

"Yes, Sir."

The brigadier took off his hat placing it gently at his side and leaned forward placing a soft kiss on the woman's forehead. Luckily for all of them the blast from that spell wasn't as series as they had all believed it was. 'Your heart is going to get you killed Carmen,' he thought. He looked around and called out to a nurse to see if she could provide him a chair. Once it was finally within his reach he pulled it closer towards the hospital bed and sat down on it. He blocked out the noise that was circulating around the area, he pushed out the agonizing screams or the frightened cries that some of the patients experienced upon waking up to find a body part missing. His right hand gripped at her left hand for a moment.

"You are always the last one to come…" he recognized that voice anywhere. "There are perks to being half Hodium, the drugs wear off quicklier… a-ah… ugh gods I must look like a mess. I'm sorry for almost giving you guys a heart attack, that part of the squad would have died if I didn't divert the bl-"

"I know Carmen, I know." He smiled slightly hearing her speak a bit more. "Heh, the goddess of protection must have been taking a crap during the time you got blasted."

"H-Hey you be nice to the gods," her eyes were closed still.

"What I'm just saying? Or maybe she was jealous one of her children on earth got some action the night before."

"Solium…"

"What? I'm not gonna get struck down by their might, I'm joking honey."

"Y-You're squeezing my hand a bit too tight…"

"Oh, sorry."
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Xejicka's avatar
This sounds like it goes with that one army character picture you drew. It's been on your mind at least.