I know, I know, I know I shouldn't be starting another story until I get the other one billion stories finished, but this is something that popped into my mind and I just had to write it down. Enjoy :)
"GET DOWN LEVESQUE! GET DOWN NOW!" Tim Burton, the platoon sergeant called out
"WHAT?" Paul yelled out as he turned left and right trying to figure out what direction the voice came from. He knew it was Tim, but he just couldn't see him.
"DAMN IT LEVESQUE! I SAID GET DOWN! GET DO.." was all Paul heard before he turned around, his eyes grew big and in a flash he knew he was dead as the bomb exploded next to him.
"GET A MEDIC IN HERE"
"DO A 320 ON HIM!"
"I NEED AN IV NOW!"
"HE'S LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD HERE GUYS!"
"STOP THE BLOOD!"
So many different voices, so many different commands, all of them flowing in and out of Paul's ear. He could open his eyes, but he couldn't move. He knew he was injuried bad, or worse, he was probably paralyzed. Everything came rushing through his head at once. The last time he spoke to his parents assuring them that everything would be alright. That last time he threw his niece in the air and held her in his arms. Him playing catch with his nephew before he was sent off to war. They all tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen. He was a man of his word and a man who stood for his country. He vowed to fight for his family and their protection in this war and he was going to honor that promise. He knew it was going to be tough, but he had done this before. The last time he got hurt, it wasn't so bad but he did have to be sent home for a few weeks. His parents nursed him back to life, but were devastated to find out that he was going to go back. They couldn't stop him, nobody could stop him. His mind was made up. He wanted to become a General, he was ready to have the highest rank, and he wasn't going to stop until he reached that goal, even if death stood in his way.
"How is he doctor?" General Morgan asked
"He'll be fine, he'll need all the rest he can get though as his injuries are going to take some time to heal. I would highly suggest taking him away from duty"
"of course" General Morgan said nodding his head.
"Is he the one that gets all the special treatment around here?" Asked Colonel Miller, who damn well knew the answer to his own question. He loathed Paul and has been gunning for General Morgan's position for years. He could have had it by now or at least had been close to it if it wasn't for Paul exposing parts of his past and reporting his horrible duites as a battle leader; but that was something he never knew about. He knew he didn't have the job, he just never knew why and he vowed that if he ever found out who cost him the job, it'd be hell to pay. "pity" he said in his thick English accent.
"Now, Now, Colonel" General Morgan said holding up his hand "Private Levesque is a good boy. He's done more for us then we could ever repay him for. Now, lets leave him to rest"
"Whatever you say...General" Colonel Miller said as he rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, followed close behind by General Morgan.
Paul awoke to soft touches on his abdomen, they were much less painful than the ones he had been experiencing from other doctors and nurses all day. These particular touches came from someone who seemed like they cared about the patients. Not to say that the others didn't, but this person was much more gentle.
"I hope I didn't wake you" The soft voice said as she looked into his hazel brown eyes.
"Not at all" Paul replied as he took the beautiful woman that was currently in front of him in. She was like no other woman he had ever seen before, she had gorgeous long brown locks, beautiful bluish grey eyes, an appealing soft touch and a smile to die for. She was perfect and her cute little nurses outfit helped out a lot. "It's just you're alot less rougher than the others"
She chuckled.
Even her laugh is beautiful. He thought
"I'm serious" he said shifting in the bed. "everyone else has been kind of rude" he winced in pain as he tried to shift again
"here" she said placing her hands on him "let me help you" she helped him move into a more comfortable position and then fluffed his pillows
"wow, you really are the best"
She chuckled again "thank you"
"what's your name?"
"Stephanie"
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman"
"Thank you," She said blushing "what's yours?"
"Paul" or you could just call me "Private Levesque or Levesque like everyone else" he said with a shrug
"I think i'll stick to Paul, so tell me some things about you Paul"
"So you plan on getting to know me, huh?" he said winking at her
She chuckled and shook her head. "so you're going to be the flirty type, huh?"
"maybe" he teased
"Well, I guess we should get acquainted, when a soldier gets banged up as bad as you did, you're assigned a personal nurse. That way you have the same person taking care of you instead of someone constantly switching in and out."
"Well thank god I didn't get the others, speaking of which, what happened to them?"
"They just come in and do the basics before I take over, you'll be seeing me from here on out. Of course you'll have a night nurse for the times i'm not working at night or a morning one for when i'm strictly working nights. Either way you're stuck with me" she said with a smile
"I don't mind that, I don't mind that at all" he said trying to move again before he snapped back and winced in pain. "ahhh" he said gripping his abdomen. Having your body lock up right after a injury is the worst feeling in the world.
Stephanie placed her hands on him and softly massaged the area "How bad does it hurt?"
"Pretty bad, it's indescribable, but it does feel whole lot better now" he said turning his head to face her as he caught his breath
"Oh really?"
"Yeah"
"How so?"
"Well I have this beautiful nurse standing in front of me, she's so beautiful to the point where she takes my mind off the pain"
Stephanie blushed "quite the charmer, aren't we?"
He smirked "I try"
"So, what made you want to join the army?"
"I want to fight for my people, what made you want to be a nurse?"
"I want to help people"
They both shared a smile
"So your last name is Levesque, are you French? you don't look or sound French"
"Nah" he said shaking his head "I just have a French last name"
"Well can you speak French?"
"Oui, je connais un peu" (Yes, I know a little)
"Oooh" she said placing her hand on her chest "I'm impressed"
"Don't be, that's bascially all I know along with some other phrases"
They both laughed.
"Then how did you learn that?"
"I got sick of people asking me could I speak French, so I decided to learn just a little to shut them up, I found that it only made it worse because they wanted me to speak more words"
She laughed. "That's what you get for trying to pull one over on people."
He shrugged. "True, but I also learned because we did a small tour in France for about a month. We had to make sure the bomb threats they were receiving were just threats and not something that someone was actually going to go through with. It's funny ya know, we go over there because of bomb threats and nothing happens, but I come over here and nearly get decimated by one."
"You're very lucky to be alive, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I know. It's going to be hard trying to explain this to my parents. They hate it that i'm here, but I made a vow to protect them and my country"
"I respect that. My parents didn't want me over here either, it didn't exactly fit with their quote on quote 'corporate plans'"
"What do they do?"
"They're the owners of Jetson: World of Business" She said as she rolled her eyes
Paul's eyes grew. "wow, that's a large ass firm, anyone whose anyone makes it there and everyone whose a nobody in the business world wants to make it there, it's like what Vogue is to magazines, what dolce and gabbana is to fashion, the holy Mecca of business, the..."
"You do your research huh?"
"Well, I just know a friend of mine always wanted to make it there and couldn't, and besides its on every damn commercial in America"
"True" she said with a slight smile
"But I am curious, what made you pick this over that?"
"The same thing that made you pick what you do over anything else, passion. I had no passion for that, I don't see myself wearing a five thousand dollar suit telling people what to do all day or constantly being in the spotlight. I don't see myself going head to head with other companies just to see who can write the biggest check at a charity event. I want the praise of helping someone and just us knowing about it, not going out and doing events because it'll get you good publicty and make you seem like a good person. Not saying that my parents aren't, but everything always seems like one big lie. Always trying to impress someone or out do someone when at the end of it, you get nothing out of it besides saying that you did it. Where's the fun and passion in that?"
"wow, can't argue with that, you're a very smart girl"
"Thank you, do you have any children or are you married?"
"Nah. But I do have a niece and nephew that mean the world to me. As far as being married, i'm only 24 I'll have plenty of time for that later. So incase you're wondering, yes I'm single and ready to mingle" he said lifting his brows up and down repeatedly
She laughed. "You're a mess"
"I know." He said smilling at her. "I'm curious about something else"
"what's that?"
"What is your last name?"
"McMahon, why?"
"But your family owns a business called 'Jetson'?"
"Oh, yeah, I get asked that alot. Shane Jetson was my father's best friend and mentor, they did everything together. They were pretty much blood brothers, they both wanted to explore the world of business and promised to started their own company someday and make it the biggest and greatest thing going. Shane, much like you, liked business but it wasn't his passion. He was a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy and wanted more than anything to be an Admiral, my father didn't understand him putting that before business but he let Shane do as he pleased. After Shane got his rank, he returned and him and my father started working on their business. Having such a high rank, Shane earned a few powerful friends and it eventually got the business off the ground and it became a success and was know as 'Jetson & McMahon: World of Business' . Then Shane got called back to duty for a dire emergency and he was badly injured, doctors said there was no way he could make it. He made my father promise to follow his dreams of business just like he did with the Navy. My father said he never broke that promise and that's why the firm is what it is today. He renamed the business and my brother after Shane."
"Your father sounds like a pretty loyal man"
"He is, especially to the ones he loves, but he's always had a hate towards the military for sending his friend back and taking him away from him. My mom said my dad used to be a much more calmer guy, but when he lost Shane he changed. Now don't get me wrong, my father doesn't hate the military in terms of wishing you guys weren't here, he just hates that you can take anyone away at the drop of a call. So you can only imagine the hate and wrath I had to suffer when I told him I was going to be a nurse for the Marines."
"wow"
"yeah" She said looking down and then back up "he didn't take to kindly to that and neither did my brother. My brother is just like him, no wonder he fits into the business world so perfectly."
"And your mother?"
"She's a much nicer version of my father, but don't let that fool you, she won't let that stop her from getting what she wants"
"Oh, so um, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Had a boyfriend" she stressed
"what happened? if you don't mind of course"
"Long story short, he's an asshole that wanted to control my life"
"Oh, I hate those type"
"me too. Well, I should let you get some rest" she said standing up from her chair
"I'm fine, I don't mind talking to you some more" he said with a smile
she blushed. "I could talk to you all night too, but you really should rest; I'll be back tomorrow, and try and be a good boy for me please. I don't want to get a bad report." she teased as she wagged her finger at him
"yes ma'am" he said with a cheesy grin "I'll be a good boy"
She smiled as she turned to walk out the door.
"Hey Steph" he called out as she stopped and looked over her shoulder
"yes?"
"Don't miss me too much"
she chucked. "I won't"
"See you tomorrow"
"See you tomorrow" she said softly as she turned off the lights and left the room.
Please leave reviews you guys, if you don't say anything how am I supposed to know if you're enjoying it or not? btw, "a 320" is something I totally made up because it sounded cool lol, so don't google it thinking it's an actual medical term.
Also, I've update Trophy Wife in the last two weeks for those of you who didn't know. :)
