Though she was compelled to go back out to the battle, what could she do? The wound prevented her from using her rockets and a dizzy spell was starting to move in. Having no more words, nor reason to reject treatment, Fareeha gingerly peeled off the armor on her shoulder. She got a look at the wound for a first time. The puncture was deeper than she'd initially thought. No exit to the back, which meant the shrapnel/bullet was still in there. It had to be removed. 

Placing the shoulder piece next to her helmet, she looked intently at Angela before the good doctor began her work. The glow from whatever Angela's miracle healing did always mesmerized her. "I was hoping for a company instead of you. Not that I'm ungrateful. Any help is nice ... well short on that these days," she said as she closed her eyes. She felt acute pain from whatever Angela was doing. "Last I heard, Russia was getting pushed back. Germany too. I'm ... glad mother isn't here to see this."

When she felt the warmth from the glow subside, Fareeha looked again at Angela. She offered a small smile of her own. "It's good to see you again. I wish we had more time to talk," she said as she began to put on her blemished armor. The acute pain turned to a dull ache. Unfortunate that Angela's treatment couldn't replace blood. Or so she thought. She was still dizzy. "Save as many as you can. I've tried to keep them safe. This is one area where I can't."

Watching Angela move towards her wounded men and women, Fareeha walked back outside. She donned her HUD as reports came flooding back in. The Ra Seeker was in her hands as she joined up with 1st platoon. "Keep holding! Deviate fire to the Heavies; they're the most threatening," she said. "2nd, status?"

"2nd here, Cap. Road to paradise ready when you are. Wounded are moving nicely. Doc's finishing up the last few cases. Last I saw."

Fareeha could attest to that. With Angela's help, things would be faster. Undoubtedly.

A long time had past since Angela came, and ammunition was running low. Fareeha had already ordered a withdraw for the 1st and 3rd to the last safety line before the infirmary was at the front. She hit her communicator. "Doctors. What's the SITREP?"

"We're moving the last case now," came Dr. Marsala's reply. "I suggest you move out with haste, Captain."

Fareeha would ask how many Angela and Marsala could save later. "2nd, 1st and 3rd are pulling back. Cover us," she said. "1st and 3rd, pull back in discipline rows. We're leaving!"

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They were several hours into the hike back to the safe zone. Fareeha called for her people to occupy caves she found. Omnics wasn't the only danger in Egypt. The sun was too even if it was covered. Did little to shield the heat. Fareeha supposed it was a blessing. Too much of a weather change could cause sickness in Egypt.

Sitting on a rock looking out at the entrance, the wounded had settled in while a perimeter had been established. Omnic forces hadn't been sighted in some time. Didn't mean they were safe. The tin cans had no concept nor pressure from time. They had the advantage. Her company was thinned out as well. Elements had to be moved about to balance each platoon. Take another hit like that again, she'd have dissolve 3rd and combine them with 1st.

For now, some rest was needed. It'd be time to move soon.