Ok, it's been a long time since my last fanfiction. I don't know what to say: just be easy on me, I've been not writing for a long time and this is just a ''try''. Besides, I'm not a native speaker so I hope you'll excuse possible mistakes :')
So... hope you like it !
Laid on a table, with his left leg well high leant against the wall, Dick can't help but laughing at himself. How thoughtless his, standing in the middle of an open street as no battle was being held right in that moment. And, what's more, he had also mocked (secretly, of course, a shared smile between Lew and him) the Lieutenant Colonel for asking if ''it was safe to cross''. Now, surrounded by his men, whose wounds were got in a fight so they could not avoid being hit, he laughs at himself, because he could have avoided that scratch on his ankle, a scratch that hurts like hell. He figures out how sarcastic someone's fate could be: for such a loss of attention, he could have lost much more. But Dick, and he lets himself curse, is a lucky bastard. Things speak clear: his airplane was not hit at all, during the D-Day. He survived his first battle, and this one too.
''What's so funny, Lieutenant?''
Dick raised his head as he heard those words spoken by a non-masculine voice. Standing near the door (and near his lifted leg, he notices) there was a woman (girl, he can't help but noticing): she was short but slim and had strawberry blond hair gathered in a straggly ponytail: pretty, he notices, and feels his cheeks instantly coloring of red. She also wore a white coat and held an helmet in her hand.
''Nothing, ma'am.'' He replied, now lifting himself to sit.
''Careful'' she says, as she puts her helmet on the table and leans on her knees, down to check Dick's ankle.
''It's nothing, I guarantee'' Dick says, snorting as she takes his sore, poor, ankle in her hands to prove the Lieutenant's words ''You should be checking on the other men, nurse, they really need it.'' Dick watches her dark eyes, so dark he could not distinguish the pupils, right on him and he suddenly feels like he said something wrong.
''First of all, Lieutenant, I have actually checked on all your men and have already done everything in my powers for then. I was told by Corporal Roe, your Company's medic, to check on your wound too since he guessed you would've not took care of it.'' She sharply replied and Dick silently accepted his scolding, since he really had already forgotten to change the bandages. ''And, however'' she continued, now raising on her feet, looking right in his eyes ''for your information, I'm the regimental's medic, not a nurse, Lieutenant Winters.'' She added sternly, letting Dick know how out of line Dick's comment was.
''Now, with your permission, I would like to change your bandages.''
Dick nodded bashfully and let the young woman do her job. She cautiously removed the dirty and bloody bandages Doc Roe put him and cleaned the scratch with cool water. Dick was carefully observing her small, pale and secure hands working as his sight was caught up by her face: he noticed the freckles on her checks, the french nose, the red and tony lips. She looked so young, still she was the Regimental's medic and as far as he could tell she knew what she was doing.
''Ok, everything alright Lieutenant'' she said, raising again on her feet and pulling the helmet on her head ''I'll be checking on you later, again. Just take your time, don't overdo'' she pointed, now calm and almost maternally ''understood?''.
Dick couldn't help but sheepishly chuckling. ''Sure ma'am, I'll do as I was told.''
''Good boy'' she playful added smirking at him before leaving.
Dick knew he had wide-eyes at the moment, and he was pleasantly amazed by the encounter. He panted, thinking how boyish of him was exciting for the mere view of a woman. He laid on the table again and closed his eyes: he would've not overdone for ten minutes at least.