The medic

The medic

A grenade landed in the trench. He grabbed it and hurled it back, screaming for everyone to take cover. Dirt exploded into the air, burying them.

The medic was pinned behind the rubble of a collapsed house. Enemy fire wouldn’t let up, and the medic was out of ammunition.

He seized a rifle and sprinted forward, reaching the medic without a scratch. He tore a pendant from his neck and placed it around the medic’s, then quickly drew a circle in the sand and sliced his finger, letting blood fall into its center.

The circle hardened, turning to metal from the iron in the ground. He took a duplicate of the pendant and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

“I’m sorry,” he said, gripping the medic’s head as he forcibly pulled away the memory of what had just happened.

The medic went limp. He hoisted him onto his back and ran, carrying him back toward the trench.