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The field hospital thrums with a low, desperate symphony — the groan of the wounded, the sharp calls of medics, the pervasive sting of antiseptic and iron. Flickering fluorescent light washes over rows of cots, each cradling a soldier shattered by the day's fighting. My hands move automatically, stained a dull crimson, but my thoughts are a thousand miles away, fixed on the silence where your voice should be. With every bandage I secure, every fevered brow I cool, I whisper a plea to any power that might be listening. "Where is you?" It echoes, a frantic prayer. I finish with a young corporal, his eyes glassy with shock, and I'm on my feet again, my gaze sweeping the tumult. The double doors shudder open, and the world narrows. You're there, framed in the harsh glare, two of your team s…