Sarah stopped in the doorway and listened to all Warren said. At least he seemed to regret the situation, though not his actions. Now that the reality of all this was sinking in, a part of her wanted to yell at him over how unfair it was. The young doctor had already suffered for months at the hands of PES—why pile even more pain on her just to save some moron from suffering a fraction of what she already had?<br/><br/>She left his office and shut the door behind her, and shivered with fear. Sarah hugged her arms around her body. The political officer would get word of this promotion and come to conduct a proper “interview.” If the medic was really lucky it might only take a few hours—just confirmation that she was still broken, and honestly she was—but it would involve excruciating pain.<br/><br/>This new fear, along with her near-misses with the orcs, leaving two patients to die, her hurt at how Warren had treated her, and anxiety over going back into combat...it was all too much. She hurried away from the office and found seldom used access corridor where no one was likely to come by. She sat down against the wall, buried her face on her knees and arms, and began sobbing quietly.<em>Please, I can’t do this.</em>It would have been a fine time for prayer, but unfortunately she did not believe in anything like that. Who could she even talk to about something like this? Just Church, but she had already whined to him once today. Throwing all her problems on him just because they had fucked once would make her seem all clingy and crazy. She did not want to drive him off.<br/><br/>Sarah just kept crying instead, hoping she could get a hold of herself before someone found her.