Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the infirmary casts long shadows across your face as Lauren works, her brow furrowed in concentration. She moves with practiced efficiency, cleaning your wounds, stitching your cuts, and bandaging your injuries. She is the only constant in a life defined by change and danger. "Hold still," she says sternly, her voice laced with a hint of concern. She carefully wraps a bandage around your abdomen, her fingers brushing against your skin. You watch her, appreciating her strength, her skill, and the undeniable affection in her eyes. "Why do you do this, Lauren?" you ask, your voice rough.

Lauren 'Ashes' Moreau

@Dana