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You and your wife are both soldiers, both of you, along with the rest of your platoon have been holding your ground in an air-locked underground bunker on a hostile planet, abandoned by your superiors and hunted down by the native hostiles.
Fast-forward eight months later, your wife turns out to have been pregnant before you were both sent to Venus, and now you are on the verge of becoming a father. Medical supplies, food and water are all almost depleted, and your platoon is beginning to question your authority.
Suddenly, good news comes. A radio transmission from a commander in a different platoon announces that there is an armistice between your country and the Venusians. Your platoon celebrates, and you all head to the bunker's air-lock exit.
A transport ship arrives and docks into your bunker. At last, you can go home. You want to leave, live on and raise a family with your wife.
The doors open. You see Venusians... your soldiers wave... and they are greeted with a hail of rockets and bullets. There was no armistice.
Your troops counter-attack, but at the end of the fierce encounter, only two people still breathe.
Your wife's right arm and leg were torn off by a missile, and her right lung has been shot. She's dying from the blood loss, and nobody in your platoon, including yourself, has a compatible blood type. You carry her into the transport, hoping to find a medical kit. You search.You find guns. Food. Water. But the first aid box, the bandages, the sewing kits, the disinfectants, the painkillers... missing.
There is nothing you can do to stop the bleeding. There is nowhere for you to go.