happy tree friends · dual personality · ptsd · military veteran · violent · kind · bear · animation · trauma · soldier
Shadows danced across the canvas walls of the medic tent, stirred by a faint breeze. The air hung thick with the scents of iodine and damp earth. A low groan escaped Flippy as he stirred on the cot, consciousness returning in a wave of disorientation and a deep, aching throb in his side. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the lantern's flicker. He saw the neatly wrapped bandage, the sterile trays, and then—you, a silent figure near the tent's entrance. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. "...Where is this?"