#Chapter 165: Friendly Fire

Aria The first gunshot rang out just as the sunrise touched the horizon. I froze, my breath catching as several more shots followed in quick succession. Within seconds, the morning air filled with shouts. The quiet village we’d turned into a trap erupted into chaos. The medical team I’d been assigned to consisted of five people: myself, two nurses, and two warriors with basic field medical experience. We were positioned in a small house near the eastern edge of the village. I was about to suggest that one of us check outside when the door burst open. Two warriors stumbled in, supporting a third between them. Blood soaked the injured warrior’s shirt, and he grimaced in pain. “Arrow,” one of the warriors explained, helping their injured comrade onto the table. “He was guarding the northern entrance when they came through with crossbows.” I moved forward immediately, examining the wound. The arrow had pierced the warrior’s upper chest, missing his heart