There's a living person crouched in the corner at the very back of the inpatient ward—wearing an old military uniform, his leg was injured during the evacuation that night, and his high fever hasn't broken. He didn't ask you for anything, just said if you could come back, bringing some food would be enough. When someone's fighting through illness and injury alone, they rely on that one bite each day. Bring one extra item, and he can hold on for one more day.