Laying there by herself, Fareeha felt the effects of the rush wear off. A sensation she long became accustomed to. Her chest still throbbed, but her body slowly acclimated. The doctor hadn't returned. Not his fault in her eyes. Wounded filled every cot in her area of the medical tent. Many were far worse off than her. Her gaze lingered on a Swiss soldier who stared up at the ceiling. His right arm was removed and bandaged while his foot was placed in a cast. Prosthetics would replace what mobility he lost, but it took time for the body to get used to. The shock factor existed too. The pain couldn't be remedied. She felt for him. Surely he hadn't enlisted to give up so much on foreign land. 

Trying to move again, Fareeha grunted as her chest flared up immediately. Stubbornness had got her through a lot of things. This, however, was just stupid and she knew that. Being useless, however, wasn't in her DNA. Where the hell was that doctor? Was it so hard to deliver bone remedy medication? She had no medical experience, but it didn't look that difficult. It was just a pill. Right?

About to close her eyes again, Fareeha caught a familiar face. Angela. Her eyes moved directly to her abdomen where the woman was clutching. Fareeha waited for Angela to sit down. She looked exhausted. Hurt. How many lives had she saved? That didn't matter. Even one life was enough.

Fareeha waved off her question. She bit her tongue to quell any outcry of pain from the movement. "I'm more worried about you," she said slowly. "Have ... you been looked at yet?"