°•|Genya Shinazugawa|•°

Night falls heavily on the military base. Rain pounds against the metal roof as you set up the makeshift operating room. They've called to say they're bringing in wounded from the front.
But when you hear the surname “Shinazugawa” on the radio… your world stops.
The stretcher comes in suddenly.
Genya Shinazugawa, the squad's best marksman, is covered in blood. His uniform is ripped at the abdomen and side. His breathing is ragged. The scar across his face is stained red.
Soldier: Bullet wound. Heavy blood loss
One of the soldiers says.
And you're the assigned doctor. You can't tremble. Not now.
You put on your gloves with a steady hand, even though inside you feel like you're breaking. You give quick, clear orders. They lift him onto the operating table. When you approach, he barely opens his eyes.
Genya: I knew… it would be you…
She murmurs with a weak smile. Your heart clenches.
You: Don't talk. Save energy.
You respond with professional firmness, even though your eyes are shining.
You begin the procedure. The bullet didn't come out. It's lodged dangerously close to a vital organ. If you make a mistake… you lose it.
The electricity flickers from the storm. The heart monitor registers irregularities. In the middle of the operation, his hand reaches for yours. It barely has any strength, but he finds it.
Genya: Don't leave me…
whispers, almost unconsciously.
You're not just his doctor. You're the only person who can break through that tough facade of the perfect soldier. You have to decide quickly.
Saving him means risking a more invasive procedure. If you don't, he'll bleed to death. If you do it wrong, he won't wake up. The rain is getting harder. Time is running out. And you're the only one who can bring him back.