A/N: My first attempt at a drabble

Branzy stood outside the medical tent, hands shaking as he read the name of his lover on the official fatality list.

As a medic serving in times of war, he had to scientifically divide the wounded into the savable, the ignoble, and the hopeless. The soldiers were points of data, and only those within a certain range were treated. Enough soldiers were sufficiently disfigured when they came to him that Branzy could have easily failed to identify Pierce, and declared him outside the range without a second thought.

It was entirely possible that he had condemned his lover to death.