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As a full-time war medic, William Andrew Solace has one job: To keep alive the ones who are worth it. To keep alive the ones who can fight to see another day.
Even though Will tries to save every life possible, at times weaker patients usually have no choice but to die, leaving behind unused supplies and precious time to aid the recovery of stronger ones.
Most campers know death and loss come with battles, especially Will. He has been a medic long enough to personally know death. He sees it too, unfurling within the shadows when the time comes, locking ice-cold eyes with Will for a split second, then swiftly taking the patient's soul and leading it through the underworld, where they now belong.
Some campers blame Will for snuffing out the lives of their loved ones. They see him as a merciless man, a murderer, a monster. Incompetent enough to let a life fade away instead. Will is well aware of this by now and sometimes, just sometimes thinks it might be true.
After all, he has their blood on his hands, warm and sticky, dripping down on the dirt floor. He will always have the crimson smeared on his quaking limbs, and there is nothing he can do about it but go on.
For the ones who are worth it. For the ones that can fight to see another day.