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Caring Starters | Accepting

It wassummer, the heat was almost unbearable, even if one was shielded by abuilding that had been turned into a hospital. Outside there had beenat least wind, oh wind that would billow in the crevices of yourclothes, find ways through the strands of your hair and tickle theback of your neck, offering a moment of relief. But the most amazingthing was the fact that you could feel as if you could breathe.

Sebastiawas helping her man the men who were coming in like swarms of bees,needing immediate care and assitance with any wound or injury theymay have had, big or small. Together they worked well, got alongswimmingly, almost as if they were in tune to each other's needs andknew who they were working on and what the other needed. It had beena working relationship that was almost as perfect as a well oiledmachine.

Sweatdripping off Eloise's chin and she wiped it away swiftly with her armand dragging her wrist down her throat to stop it from leaking anyfurther. Her cheeks were dangerously red, clothes drenched. Sheneeded water, if only a drop, but it was a commodity and scarce. Howa field hospital was low on water was beyond her and everyone else,but it was being used for other purposes, for the men, not the womenwho were seen as strong as steel, which the Lieutenant hoped toperpetuate at her own costs.

Sebastiawas soon by her side and gripping her arm kindly and maneuvering herto sit on a stool, telling her to rest.

       Three hours since the agreed time to meet the informant passed—socialist sympathizer, a couple of years younger than him. The purest intentions to pass documents to the Komintern. Or so he thought, at least. Perhaps it meant nothing. Boots pressed tracks into the mud, all down the village street, fresh enough that the water puddled there and gleamed, now that sunlight poured past the clouds. Fellow soldiers, and if die Zentrale didn’t mess up, none could recognize him. Civilian clothes could do so much, and so a marseillais accent, but on strangers only. Perhaps it had been it was a delay, due to the bad weather of the previous days— accidents could happen, but otherwise it might call some initiative to uncover what happened. It would have been awful, if those false passports got lost before checked.