Protecting the perimeter all day made me unease of Max safety being in the infirmary. I didn't want her to go but she wasn't going to get better and the harsh training they was making us go through was going to make her worse.

I wasn't suppose to be out of my barracks at night but I wanted to see my sister. Being more alone on this task, better my advantage because I don't have to worry about the person with me. As I entered the room, it smelled like medicine, fresh white sheets on mostly empty beds, with heart machines beeping. There was neither guards nor doctors or nurses in the room but must be cautious to not alert them. My eyes scan the room seeing two bodies in beds, both children sizes. One was Max while the other was a young, blonde hair boy around age five at least, tucked away in his hospital bed asleep. Perhaps? But my eyes where on Max, worried about my older sister as she lies there peaceful, calm and asleep. I slowly walk up to her, not wanting to disturb her.just to make sure she's safe.

My eyes drift down towards her medical chart on a plastic folder attached to her bed. Picking it up, I read her file quickly, mostly not understanding any doctor words but the general words I was looking for is health static's. It read 'a common non-deadly cold viruses. She'll be released in four days.'

A warm feeling come across my heart knowing Lydecker would take care of her. The others may not like him but I did. I outlined what he was making out of us; soldiers and I respected that.

I put the chart back lingering over to the side of Max's bed, watching her breath, as her tiny chest move up and down. My hands were about to wake her up, but a noise of springs on a bed attract my attention, pulling my hand back, nearly scaring me to death. The boy that was in his bed was gone. A breath escapes my mouth, trying to find him. The room wasn't that big but there were a lot of medical machines around that can hide a full grown-up. I didn't like this at all but he didn't run out the door, that I would have heard. For an instant a foot noise catch my ears. My body quickly reacts narrowing the noise down behind supply boxes. I launch around quickly as I grabbed the boy's arm as his body flies to the ground. I press my knee on his back with his arm twisted behind his back. He screams in pain waking Max up.

"Ouch, ouch. Please your hurting me!"

In his blue hospital clothes, he was a patient of Manticore, as the back of his neck didn't show a barcode. He was a civilian.

"Please! Your hurting me," I didn't know whether to kill him to secure his ability to tell Lydecker that I'm here or keep him alive. "Please."

He must be a civilian. Pleading for mercy is not in a Soldier's nature. I loosen my grip getting off of him but stare emotionless, not sure about this boy and not having a barcode questioned his loyalty. He could be a test from Lydecker to see if I can recognize an enemy or a civilian. So many test simulations ran through my head that I forgot about Max safety in this matter. She's sick and down. I must protect her.