My Angel
Lying back on the hard cot in an uninspiring cell, feeling battered and bruised, Lt Colonel John Sheppard dreamed of soft mattresses and warm blankets. He dreamed of a full stomach and friendly faces. Then his dream changed.
Now he was feeling soft warm hands soothing his brow. He opened his eyes to see who owned those gentle hands.
She had long black hair and lovely green eyes. She was wearing a white cotton blouse with a low cut neck, allowing him quite an extensive view of her charms when she bent over him, and a dark coloured long skirt.
Her quick sure fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, and pushed it back. Sliding her arms under his arms and around his back, she lifted him forward into a sitting position and leaned him against herself while she slid the shirt off, and threw it to the end of the cot. Then taking hold of the back of his t-shirt, she pulled it off over his head, again tossing it to the end of the cot. She lay him back down, then taking a cloth from a nearby bowl of water she gently washed the blood and dirt from his face, neck, arms and chest. Sitting him forward again she cleaned his back. Her beautiful hair tickled his face. He breathed in her sent, and found she smelt like a field of wildflowers on a hot summer's day.
As she lay him back down he tried to catch her eyes, but she kept them downcast as she moved to undo his laces and remove his boots and socks. They she reached for the button of the fly on his BDUs and undid his pants. Taking hold of the legs she pulled them off, leaving his boxers in place. She then sponged both his legs and feet. He could still feel the bruises, and the pain, but he felt more human being clean.
His nurse wasn't finished yet. She took a soothing salve and applied it to the worst of his injuries, and where necessary, wrapped him with bandages.
Her next task was to again sit him up, so she could sit behind him and lean him against her chest. She picked up a bowl of broth she had sitting nearby, and fed it to him spoon by spoon. It may not have been the finest cuisine, but it tasted good to the half-starved man, and he finished the bowl before he had had his fill.
She put the bowl down, but continued to hold him against herself while she stroked the side of his face. He thought she might be talking to him, but he couldn't hear the words. She soothed him towards sleep, then gently allowed him to lie back down on the cot. She drew a blanket over him and smoothed it around his shoulders, before she leaned forward, giving him a very pleasant view. She put her mouth close to his ear.
"Sleep well my love. I will be close always" Then placing a light but loving kiss on his lips, she was gone.
48 hours later John Sheppard lay in the infirmary of the Atlantis Base. The search and rescue had gone smoothly.
"I would expect you to be in a much worse state than this Colonel, considering the abuse you were subject to" commented Dr Carson Beckett.
John looked up at the doctor and said,
"I had an Angel look after me, her name was Irena."
The end.