Now looking back, it all seems unbelievable. Back then, I dared to rush into the danger zone to find him based on just a hunch.
I used all my strength to shield him as we burst out of the lab, but the leaked gas was too choking. My vision went black, and I lost consciousness.
When I came to, Captain Stone was holding my hand, silently weeping.
The doctor said the nerves in my right arm were severely damaged.
There was a high chance of long-term complications, requiring extensive rehabilitation therapy.
At that moment, I hadn't yet realized what I'd lost, until I tried to move my right hand.
My eyes widened in horror at the stiffness of my fingers.
Captain Stone wiped away tears while trying to stop me from moving erratically.
I suddenly understood why he was crying so heartbrokenly.
For a special forces soldier, your hands are your second life.
But I couldn't worry about my own injuries. I anxiously asked him if Alec was alright.