Fareeha smiled. "Broken together it is. Hopefully not for long though," she said. She appreciated the words from Angela concerning Kalte. Since his arrival, his professionalism spoke more than words or compliments could. Fareeha was less stressed knowing he was out there. As the ranking officer, he would assume control. She expected her officers to adapt accordingly. "The fight goes on. With or without me. I'm sure he's a fine officer. I ... trust his judgment."

Closing her eyes, Fareeha relaxed into the spartan, hard cot. Every chance of resting and catching sleep wasn't something she could ignore. The smell of medicine and a sterile environment was welcomed compared to gun powder, blood, burning flesh, and sweat. What she wouldn't give up for things to return back to the way there were when she was a child. She didn't have a care in the world. Days would be spent at school, mom teaching her how to defend herself, and running around with everyone at Overwatch. 

War robbed her of that life. All she could do now was cower like a civilian or take up arms to end this war one way or another. What had she lost since the war began? What humanity had she lost to ensure the survival of ESF members as well as keeping civilian casualties to a minimum? There was no hiding from the fact that many would die for cause or not. Fareeha didn't like war. She didn't like violence, but sometimes it was necessary. Such as this where humanity's survival hinged on the efforts of those brave enough to stand against their creations. 

Reopening her eyes and centering on Angela, the doctor's eyes glistened with moisture. Fareeha was at a loss of what to do. She'd seen men cry in combat when comrades fell or when they snapped. Outside of those situations, however, she wasn't the greatest at consoling.

"Some aren't cut out for this life," she said. She looked at the other wounded. Some in worse condition than her. She got off lucky. "You see doctors running around in the ESF due to the mandatory conscription. Voluntary service was repelled due to the need of soldiers. Most don't want to be here. Why? Because at any minute, a stray bullet could find you. You came here voluntarily. I'd say that makes you plenty strong. Wars isn't won solely on soldiers. The support matters. A lot."

Low on air, Fareeha stopped talking. The broken ribs made it hard for her to breathe fully. A few days of this was going to piss her right off.