Vi sighed and lended back, brushing her hair out of her eyes with one blood strained hand she closed the dead eyes of the young man she had tried to save. Could cound not have been more than 19, a waste of life. In truth Vi was only 20 her self but she had been a nurse with the men for nearly 3 years now.

Vi stood up, brushed the dirt off her knees and headed off to her next patient. No time to dwell, no time to think of her own injurys. Training had her well suited to dealing with others pain and not her own. The open wound on her cheek hardly registered as she saw a man run out of the smoking reck of the ship. Burns covered his arm and face, angery and red. There was little she could do, and the rain would help, but the last thing she needed was for them burns to become infected. He was a fighting man, and they needed men like him now more than ever. Pulling strippes of cloth out of her bag Vi walked over to him. Kneeling she pushed the clothes into the wet muddy ground.
"Highly unhygienic, but it will keep your skin cool, stop it blistering and saves me a job later!" She wrapped the muddy clothes around his arm, giving him a quick once over, checking for any other wounds.

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For if the darkness and curruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that i once had, better by far you should forgot and smile than that you should remember and be sad.