We walked in silence. A heavy silence. One that I hadn't experienced before. 
Spencer strode ahead of me, still walking too fast for my liking, I was grasping my ribs as I fought to keep up with him.
"Spencer, slow down." I gasped, the exhaustion and pain were beginning to be too much. 
He ignored me, his arms tight at his sides as he began to speed up.
"Spenc-"
He whirled on me, fire in his eyes. "How could you?"
I blinked at him in shock, then fumbled for an answer. "We weren't going to make it, Spencer. We were moving too slow."
"I don't care, Sam. I do not care." He was breathing hard, his chest heaving as he jabbed a finger in my direction before he spoke again, cold and slow. "You killed them all."
"I had no choice."
"There's always a choice!" He shouted. "You could have wounded them. You shot kill shots. You weren't aiming to wound, you were aiming to kill. How could you do something like that?"
Spencer was young, he didn't know what things were required of you when it came to war. I took a deep painful breath, trying to ignore the guilt that was starting to crawl up my throat.
"This is a war Spencer. There are some things you have to do. Hopefully you'll never have to experience that, hopefully we can get you out while you're still-" I broke off, my eye caught on a small object half buried in the dirt.
"Still what? Sam." He said irritated as he watched me crouch down and reach out, uncovering what looked to be container of some sort. I felt Spencer come up behind me, looking over my shoulder at the object as I picked it up, brushing off the rest of the dirt. "What is that? Looks like an inhaler."
My heart clenched. "It is."