John MacTavish slowly opened his eyes feeling dizzy and nauseous. The images of the last days events were flashing through his eyes. At least it seemed like it was the last day as he didn't know he had laid unconscious for almost two weeks. John tried to move but it looked like his body didn't want to listen to him at all. He tried a little harder and managed to move his arm up from bed and saw an IV in it. That much of effort made him breathe a lot heavier. He was helpless at the moment and felt forgotten as no one came over to see how he is doing for what felt like eternity.

After a while a young female came over to his ward carrying sheets of paper. Though his vision was a little blurry and it was already getting darker John saw every smallest detail of her. She was masculine and strong built but still very feminine the way she moved. She was wearing black leggings and a light blue tank top. Her hair was dark chocolate brown colour and despite the fact that she had them tied in a ponytail they reached down to her lower back. Her skin was pale but her cheeks were a little red. Her full lips curled up in a smile when she saw that he was awake. But the most important thing that he had noticed was her eyes when they met his. They were beautiful beyond words. One of them was green and the other one blue.

"Nikolai, idi siuda, on prosnulsa." She said and John relaxed when he heard familiar name and then voice when his Russian friend entered the ward. (Nikolai, come over here, he's awake.)

"That's great news to hear, darling." Nikolai said and walked up to the bed. He quickly glanced at John and continued looking at her. The pretty nurse flipped the papers and after looking at the watch starting writing something down.

"How are you feeling?" She asked the young soldier and continued writing waiting for his response.

"Weak. I can hardly move." John answered clearly out of breath. It was difficult to move, breathe, and speak. His head was spinning and overall he was feeling like he was just brought back from the dead.

"That's no surprise. You've been out for two weeks. Though we are very happy to see that you are getting better." Her English was just as fluent as Russian and it surprised John a lot. She seemed a little familiar but he couldn't recall where he might have seen her. John looked at Nikolai and she looked nothing like him.

"This is why I got my lovely friend here to be your nurse. That's Nathalie." Said Nikolai and smiled at her. He seemed to have some kind of sentiment when it came to her. Might have been a family member or daughter of a friend, John pondered.

"It's nice to finally be able to meet you. I mean to be able to talk to you. It's a relief." Nathalie smiled at John and took his hand holding her notes in the other one. Her hand was warm and her skin was soft it made John feel better. Maybe not in physical but more of a mental way. MacTavish was already feeling the heavy burden of his friend's loss with the last things he remembered flashing through his mind. Her warmth was making it fade out and letting him rest. John knew he had to come back to those images when he was better and for that moment he just wanted to rest.

"She is going to take very good care of you. I know that for sure, I was the one who helped her get medical education." Assured Nikolai and looked at his young friend who was eyeballing Nathalie like crazy. She surely charmed him a lot. "Well, I believe you feel a little rough so I will leave you at her hands. I'll come see you another day." Said Nikolai and waved goodbye to Nathalie before leaving the room.

Nathalie smiled at Nikolai and let go of John's hand. She put down her notes on the table and walked back to his bed. Nathalie checked the IV in his right arm. Then she gently pulled the blanket off his body. His chest area was bandaged and left arm was covered in bruises and scrapes. She gently peeled the plaster that was holding the bandages in place on his lower abdomen and John could feel her warm fingertips brush against his skin. She took off the bandages and her smile was gone from her face. She walked away and threw old bandages into the trash can. There were a few plastic boxes under the table and she took one of them put on the table and opened it. She took new bandages and started layering them piece by piece. When there was enough cloth to keep the wound dry for a few hours she took medical tape and stuck it to the edges of the bandages.

"Is there anything you would need? Something to drink, maybe a blanket?" Nathalie asked him when she was done checking up on his wound. Carefully she pulled the blanket back over his body and helped him get his arms over it.

"A drink would be nice." He said trying to relax though he felt very uncomfortable. Lying in bed for a long time was making him feel more sore than the actual damage he received during the battle. "How long will it take for me to recover?"

"I think it will take a while. Not that you are heavily injured I just want to make sure you are well. I'm sure you are going to heal fast being young and strong but I don't want to risk it."

"So what is wrong with me overall?"

"Well, you already saw the wound that I cleaned. You also have sprained left ankle and damaged your back. It's not broken as the x-ray shows but you suffered some great damage so it's going to hurt for a while." She explained and took a bottle of water from the table. Nathalie opened it and gave it to him. John carefully held it in her hand while she pulled him up to allow him to drink.

"Yeah I can feel that my back is not right." He groaned when he had more pressure on his back when sitting up. He greedily drank water since he felt his throat was dry and it was hard to talk. John sighed and gave the bottle back to her. "Thanks."

"No problem. It's my job." Nathalie said and helped him lay back down. "I'll let you rest now." She walked towards the door and stopped to look back at him.

"When are you going to be back?" Asked MacTavish trying to get more comfortable. He quickly glanced at her and saw a smile that had already managed to charm him.

"I check up on you every half an hour to make sure you alright. In case you need anything call other nurses. They don't speak English but they will call me."

John nodded at her words and watched her leave the room. He took a deep breath and relaxed feeling various thoughts lowing through his head. From wondering where Nikolai managed to get such beauty as his nurse to what he was supposed to do when he recovers. It was a lot of things to overcome: physical pain that was slowly kicking in and mental pressure that he actually caused himself. He felt tears flowing down his cheeks. It was difficult to know he was the last one alive in the whole team and that he will have to continue living knowing he couldn't do anything to save them.