Andrew watched him then continued working.

Reaching the table with all the notes about the patients, Philip leaned against it, feeling a tiny bit dizzy as he scanned the long list.

The patient Abby helped earlier looked around, He called over to Philip. "Hey, you don't look so good."

"At least I'm alive," Philip called back, a small smile crossing his face, "That's more then alot of people can say after today."

The man nodded and rubbed his shoulder, "I'm apparently lucky to be alive."

"We both are." Philip turned around to look at the man, leaning on table still instead of putting all his weight on his feet. He was still dizzy but he hoped it didn't show.

"How'd you get injured?" The man sat up.

"I was taking care of a patient and a shell sliced open the side of my head," Philip told him, wincing at the memory and gently touching the bandage wrapped firmly around his head, "Hurts like hell too."

"I bet." The man frowned, "I was only shot in the shoulder but a nurse said it could get bad." He shrugged.

Philip nodded. "Any wound can get bad if it isn't taken care of correctly. But I'm sure you'll be fine, my nurses and medics are all very skilled."

The man smiled, "So are you head doctor here?"

"Yeah, also known as the doctor who puts his life in danger to do his job," Philip remarked, the dizzy feeling returning. He clutched at the table, willing himself not to show any weakness.

"Maybe you should sit down..."The man suggested.

"Maybe so." Philip slowly walked over to where the soldier was and pulled up a chair, sinking down into it with a sigh. "Guess I'm still a patient for now huh?"

Tha man laughed, "Maybe that nurse will come back and help you, she seemed good."

"Abby? We're engaged actually," Philip told him.

"Lucky man!" The man smiled.

He nodded. "I consider myself that, she's a wonder woman but she scared me to death when she got herself shot. But she won't listen when I tell her to stay away from the battlefield. Stubborn, that one, but I shouldnt' talk."

"Shot?" He asked.

"If your asking if Abby was shot then the answer is yes," Philip replied, "She got hit in the damn chest."

The man sucked in a breath, "The chest?"

"Yeah, she's alright right now though. I was with her a few minutes ago." Philip sighed, still worried about her even though she was doing better.

He nodded, "That's good."

Philip nodded and ran a hand through his hair, careful not to touch the bandage. "Well, I guess I scared her too," Philip remarked, "That makes us even."

The man smiled,"You two will be great together."

"Thanks, of course I happen to think so." Philip smiled. "Tell me, what's your name soldier?"

"Raphael." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you," he said, "My name's Lamarck. Philip Lamarck."

"Good meetin you." he replied.

"Been in this war long?" Philip asked.

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