Nathan’s POV
I feel my head pounding real hard as the hangover really takes place. Aside from that, the rain I caught in yesteday is enough for me to feel bad about my body.
“I think I catch a cold,” I muttered and drank the medicines I found from the cabinet. After saving Mica yesterday, I went up somewhere to meditate and reflect. I can’t believe what is happening to my squad and if only I’m late for a few more seconds, for sure that Mica would be dead by now.
I closed my eyes tight trying to wipe the thought of the man almost dropping off the big rock on to her face. If I became late for a few more seconds...
I shake my head and tried forgetting what had happened. Many things ran into my mind and the random memories that flashes on my mind is not helping at all. Some memo
