The Wounded Sentinel
Figure was still in a sitting position on the ground, back up against the outside wall of the makeshift infirmary. Not moving, in the same position for almost an hour now. but you tend to lose track of time out here, especially when you have made it through a night like this. His uniform was neat and clean, not like he’d been in a fire fight nor a fight of any kind. Yet still he had that spaced out look about him almost as if he had received a mortal gunshot would and his life force was almost fully drained from him. The problem with this scenario – he didn’t have any injuries or woulds. None that you could see anyway.
When Synapses Go Bad 