Editing The Commissar and His Maid (section)

==Part 8==
Funny story for you today.
As you well know, I'm unable to walk on my leg all that well at the moment. 6345 has been an Emperor-sent saint.

She helped me put on my boots this morning. She tried to help with my pants, but I refused, I may be injured, but I can still do that.

I then gingerly put some weight onto my leg, which decided to give and I started to collapse. Grasping out for anything to give me some stability I grabbed the front of 6345's greatcoat.

Buttons popped as the coat took my weight, but I managed to then lever myself backwards. I apologized profusely to 6345, who seemed very embarrassed by the whole situation, and folded her arms over her chest.

She gestured for me to sit, and disappeared back into our shared quarters, coming back with a new coat on. She tapped at her chronograph, and then knelt down in front of me, pulled my arms over her shoulders, my chest to her back, and stood up.

I was being given a piggy back. I was glad that everyone else was already on parade, as the barracks were empty. She let me down behind a bunker beside the parade grounds, and put my arm over her shoulders, supporting me in a far more acceptable in front of the troops manner. Her eyes were smiling under her mask for the entire inspection.

She helped me hobble back to my office, which wasn't so bad, I think she may have bought some civilian shampoo, because her hair smelled delightful, like the desert orchid that she keeps in our office.

It's lunch time, I'll continue this later.

No, just, there, isn't that better, don't have to carry heavy me all over the base you know.

Whatever would I do without her?

Recorded 4125988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
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