It's about to be four months since I came to Palestine. Over the last three months this project has gotten attention of a lot of influential people all around the globe and they were donating like crazy. We upgraded our camps we made sure to get more transport and a few more medics. Everything was already settled and in a few days I will be leaving this behind. I have spent all of this time thinking of her. I wrote to Chris and to Robert and they supported me through all of it. Chris sent me a picture of Scarlett and I keep it in my vests pocket. I got shot and injured many times during my stay here so I have a few scars on my body. Some pretty and some I am just disgusted by.

I have so much press to do once I come back home that I want to stay here for as long as I can. I picked up some arabic and I can now speak to some of the people here. I learned how to disarm a gun and how to shoot from a rifle. I learned how to throw knives and it was all very helpful. Those soldiers were merciless and they would do anything to cause you pain.

We are leaving in two days. It is March already. I missed Christmas this year. We all did really. We had a mini dinner, all the staff. We said some words and then we called our family back home. I talked with Chris and fell asleep with a smile that night. It was Marcus's idea to do that and honestly it is one of his best works.

Today I put on my boots and I've decided I'm staying in the tent today. My leg hurts from yesterday. I tripped and then my leg got stuck in some sort of trap. I'm fine now but the pain is very frustrating. The people here know who and what I am. They know that this is funded mostly by me and they know I'm the 'boss', although I didn't want them to know. I hated being shown as someone in charge. I'd rather be shown as someone who is following orders than someone who is handing them out.

My body had changed in these four months. I have built more muscle and my stamina is better now. I've cut my hair to shoulder length and I also gotten myself a tattoo. It sits on my stomach and most of the time you can't even see it. I can't wait to show Chris. He is going to love it. He himself has a lot of tattoos and he kept telling me I should get one. Little does he know I have a tattoo on my ribcage. It's a picture of a rose and thorns. I got it during the graduation party in University.

"Adams will you help me here? All these people need medical attention." One of the medics walk in.

"Lead the way" I tell him and follow behind.

The other thing, I've gotten veru skilled in first aid. I was shot in the leg three weeks ago. I was still out there and I remember. I got so scared. I could barely walk. If I shouted and called for help I would ultimately get found by the same soldiers that shot me and I would be tortured, or killed even. I got my bullet out behind a building and I ripped my shirt so I could wrap it around my leg to stop it from bleeding out. I limped to the van and when I got there a lot of people were worried for me. I told them it is okay and that I heal pretty fast. When we arrived back to the camp I was taught how to stitch up wounds on my own.

We have injured children today so I have to suck it up and be the best I can. I don't want to seem scared or sad to them. I am supposed to be the one that's collected and can make rational decisions. I cleaned the wound of this one boy. He got burned when his body got in contact with a grenade casing. It's a good thing he is still alive if we're being honest. A lot of people have walked through here. Some of them are here longer than others. We don't care though. It helps us sleep knowing they are here safe and secure. We have soldiers around our tents so we don't worry about sudden attacks and we are situated in a place where no grenades have hit. They call it the safe heaven.

Once the two of us finished with treating these kids we sent them to another part of the place where children and women sleep and stay during the day. On of the boys turned out to be a son of one of our women here. The interaction those two had once they saw each other again was enough to bring me tears. I blinked them away and went to get something to eat.

"When are you leaving?" a Palestinian woman asks me quietly.

"The tents will be give to the government and they will get new staff, so I don't hope it all leaves with us." I say

"No I meant when are you leaving" she says pointing a finger my direction.

"In two days I'll be returning back to England." I say.

"Why do you care when I leave?" I ask her back.

"We all like you the most. Besides, we all know that you're the one who's responsible for saving so many lives" she says smiling at me.

"Thank you. I'm glad I could be of service to you all. You helped me too." I say

"Do you have anyone waiting for you in England?" she asks

I think about it and I could only think of my staff. I mean Chris is excited to see me but I can't say he is necessarily waiting for me to get back.

"No, not really." I say looking down.

"I'm sorry about that. I just thought someone like you would be married or something" she says.

"Do you have any family out there?" she asks just after that.

"I have my uncle and my staff in the house. I consider them family." I say

"Mom? Dad? What about them?"

I am not the type to go blabbing about my parents death, but this conversations seems a bit private and I doubt she'll go around telling things about me.

"They both died in a car crash six years ago." I say looking away from her.

"Allah is merciful." she says rubbing my hand.

"Oh no, they were christians" I say

"But their daughter came to the country that is significant in Islam. She saved hundreds of muslims and she is doing it all out of her own pocket. Allah knows what others don't Ms Adams" I just smile at that.

"Thank you, I'll head out now. The other van will arrive shortly."

"Go, help those poor people."

The woman I just spoken to is a younger Palestinian woman who volunteered to help us here. She knows a few languages one of them being english. She was a great help with communicating with the people here. The thing is I know a bit of arabic, but it is mostly useless because they speak a different dialect. Their dialects are very different from arabic you learn in school and stuff.

I got outside and was met with tons of people. I started by opening the tent and ushering people inside to the medical bay. There were a lot of them who were injured so I took off my bulletproof vest and started working. All of a sudden we heard a noise outside. One of the guards got out to see what it was. From the other side of the tent a man dressed in black had a rifle in ih hand. I reacted quickly and I threw a knife at him. He fell to the ground but I didn't see that he fired any shots. Not until everything started fading away. I head voices but they sounded like they were farther and farther away from me. I fell back and I could feel a stinging feeling in my chest. Then, everything went to black.

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I woke up with a migraine and a tube down my throat. I looked around and saw that I was in fact in a hospital bed. The beeping from the machines surrounded me. I looked to the side to see Chris curled on the couch. Sleeping peacefully. What is he doing here? When did he come here? I noticed there was a bag in the corner of the room. It must be his. I hear the door open and it is a nurse. She put a blanket over Chris and went to see the chart. She wasn't even looking at me. I reached out my hand to touch her and she jumped. I guess I took her by surprise. She looks at the monitor and smiles, pressing a switch above my head. In a matter of seconds two men in white coats barged in. They woke up Chris and he got up too.

"She woke up just a minute ago." she says to the men.

"Hello Lena, how are you feeling?" One of the doctors ask.

I try to speak but can't because of this tube. I point to the tube and they take it out.

"How about now?"

"My head hurts." I croak out.

"That is normal. You were in a coma for about three days." He says

"You had us worried there" Chris says smiling at me.

"Where am I?" I ask him

"You're back in England. We had you transferred two days ago." The other doctor says.

I nod and point to the glass on the bedside table. Chris takes a straw and holds the cup for me.

"Thanks. What happened?" I ask

"You got shot in the chest three times." They show me an x-ray.

"You were lucky. The shooter missed your heart completely."

"What about him?" I ask

"What about him?" they stare at me confused.

"I threw a knife at him. Is he okay?" I ask

"We don't know that. We're going to leave to rest. Don't try getting up. Chris here volunteered to help you if you need anything."

"Thank you for everything doctors" Chris says and they leave.

Chris tilts my bed up so I am more in a sitting position.

"Whats the time?" I ask

"It's 5am" he says looking at his watch.

"Tell me what happened in detail please." I say

"Well what do you remember?" he asks

"All I remember is seeing a man dressed in black with a rifle in his hand. I threw my knife at him and he fell back. Then all of a sudden I felt some pain and after that everything went black." I say

"Well after that you were rushed to a hospital. You lost a lot of blood and they had to give you a transfusion. They took out the bullets but they couldn't operate on you. So they called in an aircraft and they sedated you while you were in the air. Marcus called me and told me what happened over the phone. I immediately left everything and packed my bag go come here. He told me which hospital and I flew over here. I've been here for two days now. You were in surgery when I arrived. The bullet damaged one of your kidneys and your liver. I waited for you here and made sure to be here when you woke up." He says.

"Thank you Chris. That means a lot to me." I say in tears

"Hey hey, no more crying. You'll have visitors today." he says.

"Wait who's coming?" I ask

"Miriam and Richard" he says

"Awe I miss those two"

"I know you do. Here is the necklace they took off of you before surgery" He says taking the golden necklace I got as a present for my birthday.

"Can you put it on me?" He nods and gets up from his seat. He clasps it behind my neck and I lean back.

"How are you?" I ask.

"I'm good, Selena and I are official now. Which is good."

"Did anything change while I was away?" I ask.

"No, everything is just the same." he says.

I pick up my gown and stare at the bandages on my chest. I am basically covered in them. There is only a small part where the tattoo lies that si not covered. I show him the tattoo and he starts laughing so hard.

"No you didn't!" he says laughing, almost falling out of his chair.

"What you don't like it?" I ask

"When did you tattoo captain america's shield on your stomach?" he says laughing.

"A couple weeks back." I say

"Can I take a picture and send it to the group chat?" he asks

"Sure let me uncover this so you can see it better." I say and he snaps the picture.

"You just made my year Lena Adams" he says.

We spend the entire day together. He was a great help with everything. I saw my wounds when they changed my bandages and I was shocked to see bullet holes and many stitches. Miriam and Richard were with us during lunch but they had to leave pretty quickly. The hospital has a visitors policy. I guess only Chris could stay for so long because he is here for the longest time.