Rescue Mission

Elias held Callie close. ‘I won’t let you go,’ he whispered. ‘Unless I die.’ ‘Elias, don’t say that!’ Callie covered his mouth with her palm. ‘I don’t want to hear that word.’ ‘What word? The D word?’ She glared at him. ‘You are still saying it!’ Elias chuckled. ‘I meant, dinner.’ He held her hand. ‘Hungry? I hear they are serving beef stew in the canteen.’ *** The infirmary buzzed with activity as a fresh wave of wounded patients filled the space, leaving doctors and nurses utterly drained. Within the limited confines of the consultation room, Callie and Jamison’s paths crossed occasionally. They both stayed occupied, wisely avoiding any mention of their impulsive kiss to spare themselves the awkwardness. The wounded included soldiers from the base and residents of the Engalia border near Kurtazagg. These border dwellers, born in this rugged region, found themselves living a nomadic life due to Kurtazagg’s internal chaos and the illegal actions of mercenaries. Though her days were cha