Elaine wiped her forehead with a clean rag which then came up red and brown, the blood of all those she had saved or at least tried to save. She looked over to the two fools that had saved them all. Sergeant Avery, as he had just been promoted yet again for his gallant actions during the fight several hours ago, and Corporal Anton were both yammering away like Anton had not almost lost his arm which was covered in gauze and needed changing every hours along with a slew of antibiotics and other drugs to ward off infection. Whether the arm would fully heal or not was up to his body and how well he followed instructions...which was not at all as she could tell when she looked back at the two with Anton fully waving his good arm around while telling Marcus his stories.
Elaine sighed and wash
