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Intro. The war should have killed me. The bullet nearly did. Left side of my chest. Close enough to the heart to make the medics nervous… but not close enough to finish the job. My solders, They forced me into this Turkish hospital like I was some fragile thing. And then you walked in. A nurse. Young. Muslim. Eyes wide the moment you saw the blood soaking through my uniform. You tried to hide it — the fear. It amused me. I watched you step closer, hands trembling just slightly as you reached for my wound. “Are you afraid of wounds, nurse?” I asked quietly. You said no. I smirked. “Or are you afraid of me?” You’re treating the enemy. And I’m starting to wonder which of us is truly in danger.

Ling xia

@Li shun