I reached for her hand and felt her squeeze mine a little too tight, I finally pried my hand away from her grip and told the others we'd let her sleep. The General, Commander, and Rex left the room as I pulled the chair closer to her bed. Wrecker went to her side and kissed her on the forehead and left looking back at me before closing the door. "Rue." I flashed a resentful look at Pouch. "Sorry, Commander." He dipped his head in respect to me and I resumed watching Rebel. "Commander, with all due respect, you must let me assist you at some point. If you continue to put it off, it'll just get worse." He tried to reason with me. "Rebel still needs me now, here." I said, prepared to die here if I had to. "She will always need you, Commander. You're her best friend, but you can't be here for her if you don't take care of yourself." He spoke so calmly and persuasively. "You're right, Pouch. I-" I paused, not wanting to admit I was wrong. "I apologize for my-" I sighed. "arrogance." Pouch smiled, trying not to look conceited. "Thank you, Commander. That was big of you." He turned around and opened the door. "Now, if you'll follow me." He held the heavy door wide open and held out an inviting hand. I smiled reluctantly and got up quietly, following him to the familiar room that held a mocking manner over me. I leaped up to the same cot while Pouch pulled the stool over and sat on it, tending to my leg. Stitching it here, mending it there, I didn't pay much attention to any of the operations he performed. I was settled on what was happening in Rebel's room, wondering if it was too cold or too hot or if she was uncomfortable. "Alright, I'm finished. You know you're the quietest patient I've ever had?" I rolled my eyes thinking he must be exaggerating. I left my medical quarters without waiting for him and checked on Rebel. I turned on the radio and listened to it quietly. After a while, Rex and Wrecker came back in, quiet for the first time, carrying a tray of lunch. I didn't realize how hungry I was, I couldn't even remember how long it had been since I'd eaten. "Thank you." I whispered taking one from Rex who was juggling three trays while Wrecker only held his own. Pouch brought the chair over from my room and Wrecker plopped down in it. "Thank you." He said in between bites, well, shovels, of food. "Really?" Rex said, almost dropping one of the trays. "Here." I said laughing as I offered him my chair. "No, I-" He said looking at the empty chair. "Take it." I pulled up the stool from under the counter with my foot and sat in it. "Thanks." He said, eyeing Wrecker obviously. "What?" He said, licking his fingers. Rex rolled his eyes. "How are you?" He asked me, taking a bite of salad. I shrugged. "Well, I'm-" "Hey are you gonna eat that?" Wrecker interrupted, pointing to everything on Rex's plate except the salad. "Could you not?" Rex swatted him away. I sighed amused, I didn't realize how much I missed these two goofballs. Rebel turned to her other side, facing us and her blanket fell off. I popped off of the stool reaching for it but she'd already taken care of it. As I was sitting back down I heard her scream and I dropped my food, it being the least of my worries. I dashed to her side wanting to fix whatever it was she'd screamed about. "WHERE IS THE REST OF MY LEG?!" She screamed in a complete sentence. I didn't know what she was talking about at first, but when she accidentally knocked the blanket off again by shaking I saw what had shocked her. I looked to the doorway, hearing retreating steps over her screams and saw Pouch disappearing. I wanted to chase after him, I wanted him to fix her, and I wanted to know why he'd done this to her, done this to us. I wanted to go back to normal. "How am I supposed to fight?!" She yelled, and that was what stopped me from going after him. Knowing that this was my fault, not his and he couldn't do anything about it. It brought tears to my eyes.