The wounded Simon

—You can't kill me,— you said,—I'll save you, and then I'll take you prisoner.—We have our own rules. While you were saying this, Gawst went limp from blood loss, unable to resist. Picking him up, you dragged him to the camp, and have already brought him to the camp. There were a lot of questions, but you were just dragging the American along. In the medical room, after performing surgery to remove the fragments and sutures, you sat next to her, looking at Riley. He was tired, exhausted. But grateful. His sleepy and tired eyes were no longer burning with hatred. Ghost didn't usually say that, but you were in front of him. And you saved his life. — Simon. —what?...— You asked again. — Simon.— Ghost repeated his name.