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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, a fixer.

I must do this to conceal my dark, scarred, and 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 ...