The only good thing was that Wikipedia did an amazing job at listing all of the international flights that had crashed.

The bad thing was that he was on his last link for international flights six years ago, and it was his last hope of finding an easy answer for the squirt. He would have to look into actual news sources to try and find articles for any other crash and that was going to take some time.

He needed to hurry up and find a reason to keep the kid on base before the higher-ups started to complain again because to be fair, the Korean taxpayers were not paying for strays to remain on base. He needed to find a way to validify the kid's presence on the base, and unfortunately, his desire to help the young man was not enough for the military.

With a sigh, he clicked on the link, ready for it to be another dead end like the previous nine links had been.

He loaded, and he actually felt some hope when it was an international flight that had crashed in the Creic province, a province that was a day's drive away.

He scrolled through the page, his eyes scanning the victim's names until he saw a list of names that were all of Korean origin. One by one, he googled each name, quickly pulling up their online obituaries and closing them once he noticed that they were far too old to be the teenager that was sitting in the med bay.

He repeated the process until he got to the end of the victim list, feeling at least somewhat relieved when he saw that the final Korean victims were at the bottom of the list because everyone was in alphabetic order.

The final woman was most definitely not the teenager, but when he got to her husband, that was when he paused. Sure, it wasn't the teenager, it was a full-grown man that looked like was in his early thirties at the very least.

But it was a full-grown man that the boy looked nearly identical to. Similar hair colors, similar facial features, anything and everything that made their familial relationship obvious was present.

He skimmed through the obituary and felt a spark of hope when he realized that their kid had been with them when the plane crashed, but due to personal reasons, the couple's remaining family had decided to keep the boys face off the internet. The only thing that it said was that their child had been eight years old, not even the kid's name as the surviving family wanted to keep that a personal affair. Cursing the family's preference for privacy, he printed out the pictures of the couple, using the one from their obituaries before quickly making his way to the med-bay.

All he needed was for the boy to show a flicker of recognition, just the tiniest bit of evidence that would help him prove to the higher-ups that the 'stray' they had taken in was in fact a displaced Korean national. A poor boy that had been stranded in a foreign land after losing his parents and memory to a plane crash that made it virtually impossible for him to return to his home.

He made a beeline straight to the boy's bed, his rush to the kid made him tense up, and lean away as his eyes narrowed in suspicion again, but at that moment, he didn't care. With the boy still leaning away, he held out the papers to him," Here," Kang prompted after a few seconds of nothing. He had to resist a sigh of annoyance/exasperation when the boy refused to take the papers," Look, just tell me if you recognize the people or not."

The boy was still staring at him with distrust as he slowly reached for the papers, the papers crinkling slightly under his hand before his eyes flicked down to them.

For a second, he thought it was a bust, as the boy only glanced down at them for less than a second before looking back up.

The kid blinked in surprise and looked down at the papers again, this time, his eyebrows were scrunching up as he slowly gave the pieces of paper all of his attention. Kang just watched as the boy stared at the papers, tilting his head left and right while occasionally switching between the wife and husband. But he could tell that most of his attention was on the husband. In the process of looking at the papers, he had hunched over his lap, hiding his face from Kang's watchful eye.

"I don't recognize them…" The boy wiped at his face, using the inside of his wrist as he did so," But," He looked up and held the papers back out to Major Kang, seemingly not caring at the way there were tears going down his cheeks," I feel really sad when I look at them…"

Feeling slightly awkward, Kang took the papers and handed the boy a tissue, a tissue that he took with surprisingly, no hesitation.

Kang held up the husband's picture and compared it to the boy's face.

As he thought, if the boy slept a little bit more, gained some weight, and got a shorter haircut, he would be a carbon copy of the man.

Welp.

That did it for him.

No doubt about it, the kid was the couple's child, granted, he still didn't know the boy's name, but it was obvious that he was their child and that he was a Korean citizen like the rest of them.

"Alright, thanks squirt," He had to resist the urge to ruffle the boy's hair, a habit he had picked up whenever he dealt with his younger squad members. The boy looked up at him curiously as he left the papers on the bedside table," I think these two are your parents, I'll leave them here."

He had been so concentrated on what he was going to report to the higher-ups and what he was going to have to do to start the process of returning the boy to Korea to reunite with his family, he didn't notice the startled look the boy gave him.

He just watched as Major Kang walked out of the med-bay, walking at a pace that told everyone that he was walking with a purpose and had a clear objective in his mind. There was a burst of anxiety in his chest as he looked at the papers Kang had left on the nearby table.

Slowly, he grabbed the papers again and laid them where they were side by side on his lap. He took in their appearances, in the kind and gentle smile of the lady, and the bright grin of the man.

He didn't quite recognize them, he couldn't give a definite yes or no to confirm if he really knew them, or if they were his parents.

Instead, there was a distinct feeling of sadness that only got stronger the longer he looked at the grayscale photos. But at the same time, there was something about the pictures that made him feel happy almost as if he was seeing something for the first time in a long time.

The sound of a soldier sneezing brought him out of his stupor, and he almost felt like an idiot for staring at a simple black and white photo for so long. Without a second thought, he tucked them under his pillow before curling up the best he could with his injuries.

For some reason.

It felt like something in his chest had been filled in.

He started to get a feeling that Major Kang was a decent man the longer he stayed on base. While he was starting to get somewhat annoyed that the man didn't let him do anything physical ("You shouldn't move too much, I'll bring you a plate from the mess.") he did appreciate the fact that he didn't need to aggravate his wounds too much. Granted, whatever the medic was giving him was helping, but it didn't mean that he liked to move while hurt. It felt nice that for once, he didn't need to swallow his pain or risk getting punished by the Camp.

But that didn't mean he wasn't wary of the older man, so when he came up to the bed with his medic right next to him, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the men standing over him.

"Alright squirt," Major Kang sat down heavily on the stool, a sigh escaping him as he did so," You're going to stay on base until we track down your family," It was a noble attempt, but he sincerely doubted that he still had family," But," the man paused, prompting the medic to put down a black and white box onto the bed. He leaned away from the box," You're gonna need to be vaccinated for everything."

The medic nodded his head and put down another bag onto the bed, this time, it was a white box that clinked whenever he moved it," You're fourteen years old," He was?" You haven't gotten a vaccine for the last six years, so that means you're missing at least three shots. But if you take into account the actual shit ton of vaccines that we have to get before being deployed, you need about 15 different vaccines."

Okay.

He had no idea what that meant.

Nor did he know what a vaccine was.

He continued to watch in silence as the medic pulled on gloves, and as Major Kang rolled up his right sleeve to expose his upper arm," I can only give you four shots at a time, and that's already pushing it. All I have to do is disinfect the area," Major Kang looked somewhat upset as his medic wiped his arm with a piece of white cloth that smelled strongly of alcohol, enough where it made him scrunch up his nose in displeasure.

Major Kang noticed his look and chuckled," It's okay. I just don't like needles."

Upon seeing the syringe that the medic was poking into a small glass jar, he decided that he did not the idea of whatever they were doing.

"You're just a baby. You and Gwangsik are the only ones that don't like needles." The medic pulled the syringe out and pressed down on the plunger until it was void of air bubbles.

Major Kang's face twitched after his medic almost jabbed the needle into his upper arm," Shut up Dae-Hyun. Just get it over with it."

Ah so that was his name. He had forgotten it.

Dae-Hyun shook his head as he pulled out the now empty syringe and covered the injection area with a tiny piece of cotton," Baby. See, this is all I'm going to do to you," Dae-Hyun had directed his words towards him," We can't let you stay here without giving you these shots, so for the next few months, you'll be getting four shots every month until you're caught up to date. Okay?"

Okay, that sounded fair. It was a requirement and he wasn't going to complain if these oddly nice men wanted to give him free board and meals.

It would be the first time someone had done it for him.

He knew that they were definitely going to ask for something in return, but he wouldn't complain once they did.

"Okay," He nodded his head, allowing Dae-Hyun to disinfect his upper arm as he had done to the major.

He didn't understand why the major gave him such a bright smile.

"I don't have the HPV vaccine, so no sex until we get you to an actual pediatrician that can give you one."

Nor did he understand why the medic said that.