Traitor

Callie’s cheeks flamed even brighter, and she silently wished Elias would wrap up the ointment application. But Elias seemed more intrigued by her bashfulness. Just when Callie thought the ointment was done, he leaned in for an unexpected kiss. It wasn’t an overly passionate kiss; instead, it carried depth and tenderness. Bewildered, Callie murmured, ‘Elias, why the sudden kiss?’ Elias remained tight-lipped. ‘My face is so swollen. Is this the right time for a kiss?’ Callie gestured to her puffed-up cheek, her concern evident. Elias ruffled her hair and reassured her, ‘You’re not ugly, Callie. If I say you’re not, you’re not. Now, lean on my shoulder and take a breather. We’ve got plenty ahead of us.’ ‘Alright,’ Callie responded with a coy smile. *** Elias remained preoccupied with military duties, while Callie tirelessly worked in the infirmary. Jamison lay in a coma, his injuries severe, leaving Ramiro in charge. Callie, in her relentless commitment to aiding the wounded, barely had