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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 living with the help of my friends.I need to find her. The one who will be my rock. My heart.But to find her, I have one more battle to fight.This one will be the most difficult yet.