[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location: [/color]The Museum: Vera's Office
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr]

Memories from the Great War flashed through Mahendra's head as the pain and blood filled his face. It was as if he'd been stabbed with small bajonets by several Ottoman soldiers attacking their position, and it certainly could be compared to the wound he'd recieved to his left arm by a sabre. The big difference was that there hadn't been a massive ongoing battle taking place just before said wounds were caused, and the lack of adrenaline made the shards of previously innocent glass that much worse. 

Mahendra closed his eyes tight again as Josephine came to his aid, letting her lead him to sit in a chair. He didn't say anything to her comforting assurances that they would take care of him, trying his outmost to breath deeply and not yell out in pain like before. The care she gave was much appriciated though, a surprise when compared to the impression he got of her earlier. Then he thought Nora went, Vera suggested they go to the barracks for medical aid and Akhmed entered the room. He opened his eyes ever so slightly to see the man and to let him know he was conscious. [Color=007236]"I can walk, yes...but I think I need someone to lean on and lead me."[/color] Mahendra said to Akhmed, slowly getting up from the chair and reaching out for someone to hold onto.