Nathalia: Embrace 1

"следить Наталья!" Dr. Kukrachyov calls from the medical tent.
I stop for a moment just as Gewehr round blast dirt from the trench into my face.  I spin from the direction of the bullet and fire my Nagant M1895 at the ублюдок that dares to take me down. I have survived a farmhand childhood, I have outlived the Romanov family, and I will be damned if I don't make it out of this war. He falls at my shot as I continue towards my fallen comrade who was not as lucky as I.
I apply pressure to the wound while trying to stay observant of my surroundings.  There's no time to fully mend the wound, not in the middle of the battlefield. I wrap bandaging around the wound to keep the pressure.
"пришел к палатке сейчас или вернуться к борьбе!" I yell to the soldier as I run back to the medical tent.
Back in the tent, Dr. Kukrachyov reprimands me for placing myself in danger to provide aid to our comrade. Called me a glutton for injury, that I know that we are to stay in the tent as they bring the wounded to us. As he shouts all of this at me, I can't help but to think what a hypocrite he is as the sound of war and the blasts of explosions shake through our tent. The fabric walls surrounding us won't do much to protect us as if we were running around out there ourselves.
If he had bothered to run out with me and watch my back I could have easily removed the bullet, stitched the wound, and had our comrade back to fighting quicker than he would have any day. If I had more arms, I could have defended myself and taken care of our comrade. I don't say anything though. I let him finish raging to ease his incompetencies in my silence.