Cracks in Loyalty

COMMANDER SURGE'S POV:

I entered the giant white tent, a highway of medics entering in and out of the spacious room. Multiple beds were laid out on either side, allowing one to move freely down the center-most line of the tent.

I followed the trail. My body instinctively avoided the medics that were whizzing around me like bugs. My eyes locked on my target, my mind altering my course as I approached them as fast as I could.

A woman with fiery red hair lay on the bed, dried velvet blood still staining her white under-armor.

"Surge," she whispered. I let out a sigh of relief, every visit into the infirmary potentially being my last one.

"Hey Anna, how are you feeling?" I asked, grabbing one of the stools available and sitting down beside her. The woman reached out with her pale hand. I grabbed it gently, stroking the back of her hand with my thumb.