Glory Is For The Strong

"I need healing"

The guttural scream echoed through the chasm which now stank of sweat and blood. As I looked forward I saw the eyes of the rough looking man. His eyes looked worried, tired, almost scared but they had a slight hint of almost... peace? I am unsure of how to explain it.

"Doc... Help" 

The man said this while limping towards me. Immediately I looked him up and down to assess his injuries. 

Right leg check, left leg check, no visible wounds from the thigh to the low torso. I know his head is good, I already looked. That just leaves the arms! I thought to myself. Upon looking at his arms, well arm... I realized his entire right arm wasn't there. Where it was, was his right hand, he had been holding it. 

"Alright I can fix this" I say to no one in particular but myself. As I said this an arrow pierces my left arm. I screamed at first but then calmed down within seconds. My white robe started turning a red color. It was my blood. 

I then pulled the arrow out using my right arm. 

"Doc are you okay?" A man yells from ahead of me. "Yes just an arrow" I reply as if this happens often, which to be fair it does.  After pulling it out I swiftly used my gift. "Bring back the glory that once was, healing" I say the incantation that I've said thousands of times before.

Suddenly I feel a familiar feeling. To describe this feeling to someone who has never experienced it, well it feels warm. That's all. The wound then seemed to almost 'regenerate' as one could describe it. Although it had been healed I could still feel pain there, though not as strong of a pain as earlier.

Then I came back to. The man, I needed to help him. I walked to him.

"Give me the arm sir" I say taking his arm from him.

I begin to use my gift, "Bring back the glor-"

"THEY'RE BREAKING THROUGH" A man ahead of us screams. As this happens I look ahead I see what is know as our "front lines" getting pushed either to the right or left as the enemy run in. 

I drop the arm and stand in front of the man I'm to save and pick up my shield. In my left hand I hold 3 knives. I watch our front lines start to push back and get back into a formation. I move toward the front line. I then see one man holding back the enemy, he was moving at an extraordinary speed killing the enemy left and right. I hold my shield up and start to throw my knives at any stragglers getting past the man as my other comrades do. Once the line was fixed I return to my post. 

I see the man whom I am to save. His back turned to the front lines. He is holding his severed arm to where it once was. I walk up and crouch down, he was twitching. 

"Sorry about that, you'll be okay now", I say to the man. No response. He was likely unconscious from loss of blood.

I flipped him to face me, upon doing that I could tell in an instant he died. Definitely of blood loss. I could have saved him, I was going to, but I didn't. I ran to the front line, I knew my comrades could have held it but I ran there to help anyway, in hopes of 'helping', in hopes of getting another confirmed kill on my record, in hopes of being more than just your average support combatant. All of this while a man bled out, a man who could have been saved. It was clear what happened...

Another person died without my support.