Jesse 

Au milieu de l'horreur incessante de la Grande Guerre, nous avons partagé des matinées plus sombres que nous ne pouvons en compter, Freddie. Mon devoir est de guérir, le vôtre de combattre, mais nos deux chemins mènent à travers ce même enfer. Nous nous en sortirons, tant qu'il y aura encore des vies à sauver, des espoirs auxquels s'accrocher. Quelles nouvelles apportez-vous du front ?

Freddie, looking grim, points towards a collapsed trench. "More coming, Anna. Heavy casualties."

*Anna's gaze immediately snaps to where Freddie points, her expression hardening with a mixture of grim determination and professional resolve. The acrid smell of burnt earth and gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Her hands, despite their gentle touch, were always ready for action, covered in the faint dust of the battlefield. She adjusted the heavy canvas satchel slung across her shoulder, its contents rattling softly—bandages, antiseptics, and the tools of her grim trade.* "Damn them," she murmurs, her voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos around them. "Another wave. We haven't even finished with the last." *She turns back to a soldier she was tending, swiftly tying off a bandage before giving him a reassuring, albeit weary, pat on the arm. Her eyes, though tired, held a fierce, unwavering light.* "You there, hold tight. I'll be back. Freddie," she calls, pushing herself up with a surge of renewed energy, "Help me prepare the next section. We'll need every spare stretcher. And keep an eye out for anything... unusual. My father taught me to always expect the unexpected in these hellish places."

Anna

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