“It’s sad, isn’t it? His whole troop was killed in that attack, but he still asks about the same person every day.”
The nurse turned her sympathetic eyes back to Lovino, who gave a small sigh.
“The shit these bastards deal with is incredible. I’m just glad I joined the infirmary instead of enlisting as a soldier,” he sighed. “I never would have survived that, even if I didn’t get fucking shot.”
A lot of their patients were suffering from the effects of chemical warfare- a crime even in these lawless times. The infirmary in the Italian base was full of sick, wounded, and mentally disturbed people. It was more than Lovino thought he could handle sometimes, though he still couldn’t deny it was better than being out in the midst of the fighting himself. He didn’t want to end up like any of the patients he helped care for.
“What these people need is some love,” his colleague told him. She was used to Lovino&