Anonymous prompted: Leopril WWII nurse POW tending to a Japanese soldier she's befriended
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"I will see to it that no harm comes to you," he promises her with grave courtesy as she carefully plucks the shrapnel from his bloodied arm, piece by biting piece.
"But can you see to my freedom?" she asks him softly, the red hair that falls across her eyes disguising the tears that blur there.
With his other hand, he gently takes her chin and lifts her face so that his eyes can gaze directly into hers: "There may be a way."