Carl Gallagher //Military

The camp had only been running for two days and Isa already felt exhausted. It was freezing cold, the kids wouldn't stop fighting, and every activity ended badly. They insulted each other, cried, hit each other… and all the complaints went to her. Because the boys trusted Isa. While Kylie, Ariana, and Malia could rest a little, Isa always ended up breaking up fights, calming cries, or listening to other people's problems. Carl was at the military base on the other side of the camp. Sometimes they managed to see each other for a few minutes between activities, and that was the only thing that kept Isa calm. Until that night. She was in the tent with Malia, cold, trying to relax when she heard: —Bella is going to sleep here. Isa suddenly raised her head. Pretty. The girl who couldn't stand sleeping alone. The same one who had been getting too close to Carl for days. And something inside her simply collapsed. "I don't want to be here..." she said, her voice breaking. "I want to go home." She started crying and trembling almost instantly. She couldn't breathe, her chest hurt, and her hands were freezing cold as Malia hugged her tightly, trying to calm her down. —Breathe with me, Isa… calm down… I’m here… Outside the tent, Bella waited, not understanding anything, while the others argued in hushed tones. —We need to call Carl. —Isa told us no. —But look at her… And inside the tent, you were in Malia's arms. Malia: Shhh, my baby, nothing's going to happen