Ca'Naamu's recovery from a battle on foot, with lots of tanks

Ca'Naamu woke up inside the Citadel, Looking around, he realized this wasn't the battlefield, He got confused, What was he doing here? He was on the battlefield a moment ago... Then he realized that he had passed out after accidentally shooting an Unggoy, and his name was probably in shame, and he was probably now a prisoner, after careful examination Ca'Naamu realized this was his room in the Citadel, not a cell, he looked at his wounds, He didn't fix than like this.. Or did he? He got confused yet again, Did he fix these wounds? Is his name in shame? He had no answer to these, he was clueless, He didn't even know how he got to his room, Or how his wounds were patched, Ca'Naamu looked outside to see Transport Pods landing and taking off, maybe that was how he got here, But how would his fellow Sangeili notice he was alive, and not dead? He limped back to where he woke up, and sat down.

After writing in his journal, he went digging into his drawer, to find Dual Needlers, That was weird, As he left his Dual Needlers near the pile of dead Marines after his hands were shot. When he tried to put on his armor, he almost knocked off the patch on his back, Maybe it was best to leave it off and stay in the room. He wrote a letter, and then stashed it in a secret department, It was private, And he wouldn't be able to send it until his wounds healed, After writing in the journal once again, He began thinking of the poor Grunt he shot, Did it have a family? He realized he shot it and didn't know his name, Maybe it didn't have a family. "What a crazy thought, of course it doe- Well, It did until I shot it." Ca'Naamu said to himself, Did any other Sangheili see what he'd done? Maybe they had mercy on him. How would he know?

He got back into his bed and fell into a Deep, Restless Sleep.

Still on the battlefield, Arlunis paused for a quick moment, thinking of what has became of the young Special Operations sangheili that was wounded. However, with a few bullets flying over his head, Arlunis snapped out of his thoughts and resumed the bloodshed of the UNSC. Jumping over a small hill, Arlunis held his Energy Sword in a menacing manner, running straight for a UNSC soldier.

Suddenly waking up, Ca'Naamu decided that he could modify his armor to allow the patches, Immediately he took a knife and began carving into it, after a few minutes of work, He could safely put on his armor, now he wasn't confined to his room. Upon leaving his room he could see several Sangheili troops staring at him, oh well. He looked at a Brute, that snapped him into deep thought. Snapping himself out of it, he went and got the letter, careful not to reveal it, he went to his Banshee, That was were he was told wounded troops couldn't leave the Citadel, Darn, Ca'Naamu went back to his room and re-stashed the letter, making sure the stash was invisible from view, How he yearned to see his loved one again, and to see his child again.

After a while Ca'Naamu decided to sneak out, he could probably be back before the Elites guarding the Banshees noticed his was gone out of 500 Banshees, He went and did so while flying, he past the battlefield, stopping to shoot a scorpion.