It was midday when Charlie finally woke up. She had been knocked out cold for three days now. 'God, this kid is going to be the death of me' I thought to myself. Three days ago she had been drugged and beat up by Tom Neville. He wanted my location and was going to continue to beat her until she either gave up my location or died but luckily that Nipples, his kid, has some feelings for Charlie. He saved her life.
Charlie's lips started to twitch and I immediately stood from the chair I was in and went to her side and grabbed her hand. Her eyes opened and she looked about, confused.
"W-where a-am I?" she stuttered panic threaded in her voice.
"Shhhh, you're okay you're back at base now." A look of recognition flashed in her eyes and she started to fall back to sleep but she was trying to stay awake. I nodded and squeezed her hand letting her know it was okay to go back to sleep again but then suddenly her eyes rolled back her head and she started to shiver violently and sweat.
"Doc!" I screamed to the man at the other side of the tent where he was checking his other patients.
"What happened?" he asked as he rushed to her bedside.
"She woke up and went to fall back asleep when her eyes rolled back her head and this started happening." I told him, clinging Charlie's hand like a life line.
"Okay," he said collecting some gear, using his stethoscope to listen to her breathing "Miles can you wait out-"
"What's wrong with her, help her."
"C'mon Miles wait outside." Nora said whilst dragging me out the tent. "She'll be fine."
Grudgingly I went outside, 'she better be alright or I swear to God I will kill the son of a bitch very slowly, one limb at a time' I thought to myself whilst pacing outside the tent.
Five minutes later the doctor came out and told us that she was fine and had an infection. They were going to cut the infected tissue out and she would be fine.
"Miles get some rest and food, you've been in that chair for three days now, I'll keep an eye on her I promise." Nora asked. Since it was Nora I agreed. I s'pose if I'm going to look after Charlie I'm going to need my strength.
I wandered to my tent thinking about the moment I first met Charlie.
A blond chick, a fat man, a well-built teenager and a teenage village girl walked into the tavern. They looked like a bunch of misfits but the blond chick wasn't too hard on the eyes. I could here wolf whistles coming from around the bar.
"Excuse me, maybe you can help me" the blond chick said with a British accent.
"Oh god I hope so" was the first thing I said.
"We're looking for somebody"
"With that accent lady you are classing up the joint"
"That shouldn't be too difficult should it" hmph I thought. Cheeky bitch.
"His name is Miles Matheson"
"Never heard of him" I lied. No one could know I was here, but then the younger girl said he had to be here that his brother was dead. A wave of sadness spread over me when I heard that. No Ben.
"Miles!" a sudden high pitched scream brought me out of my thought. It was Charlie.
"Charlie I'm coming, it's okay!" I ran across base as fast as my legs would take me to reach her. I ran in the tent where she was to find her sitting upright sweating, struggling to get away from the doctor and her mum.
"Miles!" I ran to her side and immediately grabbed her in my arms.
"Hey it's okay kid, I'm here" I could feel her sobbing into my chest and here her repeating you're okay over and over. She sobbed like that for what seemed like hours until she calmed down. She seemed to remember what happened and where she was. As she lay cuddled in my arms I couldn't help but notice the look of jealousy across Rachel's face. I wasn't the only one who saw it as Nora suggested that they go get some food and water for Charlie.