7
While Jason frantically searched for me, I was
working as a Doctors Without Borders medic
in Germany.
In the warzone, I witnessed the horrors of war
firsthand.
A smoke–filled town, streets scarred with
destruction, crumbling buildings, and injured
civilians.
Gunshot and bomb victims poured in; I fought
death daily.
I saw the mercilessness of war. Some soldiers
were teenagers, forced into killing machines,
now suffering in agony.
I forgot my past, fully immersed in my work.
I met Ethan, a surgeon from our city.
We were in the same college class.
Back then, I was completely focused on
Jason and had barely interacted with Ethan.
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Now, he was my only support.
Amidst the chaos, we fought together,
rescuing refugees and victims.
Ethan didn’t ask why I was there or mention
the past. We focused on our mission and
supported each other.
I saw him as an older brother, someone I
trusted completely.
During an evacuation, a stray bullet hit me. I
lost consciousness.
Ethan rushed to my side, shielding me with
his body, absorbing further gunfire.
When I woke up, I saw his worried face. His
arm was still bleeding, untreated. He was by
my side the moment I opened my eyes.
“Lindsay, how are you? Does anything hurt?”
He asked anxiously, his eyes full of fear and
worry. His hand, clutching mine, trembled
uncontrollably.
I never thought anyone would care so much.
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I thought only Jason cared that deeply.
Looking at his anxious expression, memories
flooded back.
Once, in a car accident with Tiffany, Jason
had saved Tiffany first.
When the firefighters pulled me out, he was
gone, leaving me alone in the ambulance.
Ethan, however, showed me true devotion.
“I thought I’d lost you.”
Looking at him, tears welled up. I fell into his
arms.
He held me gently, yet firmly.
“Thank God you’re okay. Seeing you fall… I
almost died…”
His voice cracked, as if he were the one who
had almost died.
I patted his back, “I’m fine. It’s you who….”
He held me tighter, silencing me. I found a
long–lost sense of peace.
My leg injury was minor, healing within days.
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Ethan’s arm injury hampered his ability to
work, so I naturally became his assistant.
We grew closer, becoming trusted partners
and close friends.
We traveled with the medical team, working
tirelessly day and night.
Months passed, and I barely thought of
Jason. I almost forgot him.
But then, I met him again on the battlefield.
pedal.
Maybe work had kept her.
But at the hospital, he learned Lindsay had
resigned three days earlier.
A crushing pain hit him. He felt like a ton of
bricks had fallen on his chest.
He’d always assumed Lindsay couldn’t leave
him.
But a true departure was silent and swift.
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Lindsay had truly abandoned him.
