“i-i wasn’t strong enough…”
“you did fine, brady. you’re safe now. let’s get you to a healer.”
brady and my avatar, gatsby (lol i know). she’s got the whole army to worry about but she worries about him the most. i thought it would be terribly sad if brady tried to prove to her that he was capable of front-lines combat but then got his ass handed to him instead. poor guy.
heh…i forgot how much i enjoy coloring wounds.