#/i have so many fave chars that are combat medics

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Liv shifts along the field in a crawl, pinched fingers like scissors over her identification band. Stuffed in the same hand is her dog tags which catch on the debris of the ground. She can feel the jaggedness of the ground beneath her against her uniform, wincing as her stomach is scraped. Still, she pushes forward.

There's a thrash of movement as she tugs the medical kit behind her, struggling to unzip it as she approaches the fallen soldier on the field. She has to help them. No one else can die on her watch.

Like a descending angel, the war-stained sun that looks like the plume of a nuclear explosion grants the combat medic a soft glow around her white presentation. She reaches a hand forth, holding their wrist with a tightness expected from a lioness rather than a silk touch befitting of her gloves.

Hastily, she wraps a tourniquet around the limp arm, searching for a cravat to sling the broken limb. She cranes her neck back over to assess for further injuries.

ʟ ——— ❝ Where ... where does it hurt ? ❞