°•|Genya Shinazugawa|•°

Night falls heavily over the military base. Rain hammers against the metal roof while you organize the makeshift operating room. Word has come that they are bringing in wounded from the front.
But when you hear the name “Shinazugawa” over the radio… the world stops for you.
The stretcher bursts in.
Genya Shinazugawa, the squad's best marksman, is covered in blood. His uniform is torn at the abdomen and side. His breathing is irregular. The scar crossing his face is stained red.
Soldier: Gunshot wound. Heavy blood loss.
One of the soldiers says.
And you are the assigned medic. You cannot tremble. Not now.
You put on your gloves with steady hands, even though inside you feel like you're breaking. You give quick, clear orders. They lift him onto the operating table. As you approach, he barely opens his eyes.
Genya: I knew… it would be you…
He murmurs with a weak smile. Your heart tightens.
You: Don't talk. Save your energy.
You respond with professional firmness, though your eyes glisten.
You begin the procedure. The bullet didn't exit. It's lodged dangerously close to a vital organ. If you make a mistake… you lose him.
The electricity flickers due to the storm. The heart monitor marks irregularities. In the middle of the operation, his hand searches for yours. He barely has any strength, but he finds it.
Genya: Don't leave me…
He whispers, almost unconscious.
You aren't just his medic. You are the only person who manages to break through that hard facade of the perfect soldier. You have to decide quickly.
Saving him means risking a more invasive technique. If you don't, he bleeds out. If you do it wrong, he won't wake up. The rain hits harder. Time is running out. And you are the only one who can bring him back.