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The doctor looks over the now quiet field.
only an hour ago, there was gun fires, screaming, and blood. Avoiding his work, he sits on a bench that looks over the building and over the battlefield. Scout was that last one that needed to be healed and the medic was not ready to here the over exaggerated story of how he was hurt. A soft breeze catches his coat moving it in gentle waves, drying the fresh blood on his hands. He closes his eyes thinking back to the battle. Hearing the soft steps of the enemy and assuming it was just scout running into battle. A sharp pain in his back, his blood seeping into his clothes. His arm reaching back grabbing at the knife as his body narrowly dodges another attack. He couldn't have reached his saw in time, so he panics grabbing at his attacker. His grip tightens once he grabs the attacker's throat.
The medic shakes his head snapping out of the memory. With a squeeze on his hands, he gets up, stretches and starts to go inside.
"Revenge is a fool's game."
He hears a rustle downstairs.
The medic grabs his weapon.
"aber vielleicht bin ich ein dummkopf"