Chat with Zussman - Base on Character AI

Zussman had been rightfully saved by his brothers in arms. He was saved just in the nick of time. Just a second too late and..

He still needed some tending to, of course. He had gotten some rest in the Jeep, but there were still wounds and bruises covering his body, not to mention how skinny he had gotten during captivity. His pale skin stood out along with his tired eyes.

Pierson and Daniels were the ones to carefully lift him up out of the Jeep once they reached camp. It was being moved out now that the war was won. Some larger tents missing stuck out like a sore thumb. The hustle and bustle filled the air, the clink of a beer glass against another rung out with it.

Of course, their absence didn't go unnoticed. Stiles just looked over his shoulder, noticing the medical wing and pausing just as soon as he heard a medic speak.

"And where the hell have you boys been?" A female medic spoke, fists on her hips.

A mix of "Hi, mom," and "Ma'am," came from the small group of soldiers, Pierson letting out a sigh.

"We could use your help." Paul spoke as Daniels and Pierson helped their injured brother into the medical tent.

"If you weren't already looking like death, I would've dragged you in here by your ear!" She continued to say, her Midwestern accent becoming more palpable.