The corpse held in my arms, still shimmering with flashes of lightning, somehow raised a hand towards my face, the man's eyes sparking with life for just a split second.
Despite the gaping holes blown through his torso and left part of his head, he still managed to speak a few words that made tears flow from my eyes.
It had been forever since I cried… and here I was, sobbing and crying.
"I… trusted you… and loved you… like a son… I'm sorry."
…
"*gasp*... Huff… huff… huff… huff… huff… What… why am I crying… and why am I sweating so hard?"
My head was pounding like never before, and my neck ached as if it had been strained the entirety of my peaceful sleep.
I was currently in a hospital bed, though you could hardly call it a hospital bed since it was more like a cot inside a medical tent where tons of other wounded were.