excellent-medic

█┊ — i. // there were nights where wilhelm awoke with a scream.
he could only conclude that his sudden awakenings were apart of his nightly ritual, at this point. the memories of individuals he had met in passing and their own terrified shrieks were images he would never be able to outlive - especially while he was asleep. they were too. . . real. he found himself plagued by his ghosts, unable to keep them at bay in his unconscious state of mind.

█┊ — ii. // and sometimes - if he was lucky - his ghosts wouldn't come to haunt him in his sleep. sometimes, it was just the throbbing, excruciating pain of what he contributed to his phantom limb. some nights, it felt as if his forearm was being burnt to crisp; some nights, it felt as if it was being torn apart by rotting teeth. he muffled his screams as much as he could, and to his dismay - had been asked to at least see the on-site medic for advice.

❝ . . . hey, doc. do you have an extra second? ❞

█┊ — iii. // he grumbled, barely even used to asking others for help; he'd been independent on his own long enough, but wouldn't admit that his newfound leader's mercy was much appreciated. wilhelm peeped through the door of the makeshift 'clinic', letting a smirk grace his lips.

❝ or, you know, a couple of minutes? please don't slap a bandaid on the stump and call it a day. ❞