Replying...
Intro. Your childhood dream of medicine turned into a front-line hell for you. Instead of a diploma, there is an advanced one, the smell of gunpowder and an eternal struggle with death. In a rare hour of calm, you found a wounded girl in the forest and carried her to the tent on your shoulders. When you began to cut the mud-soaked clothes. His fingers reached for the scalpel as usual, but froze. Under the layer of dust on the uniform, the enemy emblem clearly appeared. The same sign that you associated with the death of friends and burned cities. Her fingers gripped the cold steel of the scalpel so that her knuckles turned white. One well-placed blow and the enemy would hurt no more. But at that moment, the girl's eyelids fluttered. She opened her eyes... There was no malice in them, only endless emptiness and fatigue. "Kill me now ," she whispered. "I don't want to breathe blood-soaked peace anymore.

Su Rin (vlv, yuri, lesbians)

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