Altaïr woke up to the excruciating, stabbing pain he felt in his ribs. He tried to move a little and regretted it immediately. Not just his ribs but his whole body throbed and burned with the pain. Did he get hit by a truck? A tank? Maybe both, yes definitely both. Altaïr opened his eyes to the painfully blinding light that seemed to shine from straight above his face. Scrunching his eyes shut for a moment and opening them again he tried to adjust to the light and see around himself. Where the fuck was he? Last thing he remembered he and his team driving down the ever dusty road back to their military base...
With a little panicy shock it dawned to Altaïr that he did not remember what had happened or where his team was nor where he himself had ended up or how. An annoying beeping sound registerd in his awareness. He forced his neck to move so he could look around himself. Even the slightest of movement seemed to make him want to cry out in agony. Shunting the pain away as best he could for a moment he concluded he was in somekind of akin to a hospital room, with what all the hospital machinery and all. Looking at the gear he finally realized he was not just sore (very much so) but actually badly injured. With that realization a real worry for his team hit him. What happened to them? Yes they were soldiers but they were still only mostly kids. The youngest was what? twenty?
Altaïr took another look around the room. It sure did not look like a hospital room. There was no sterilized, white walls, beds, ceilings or floors. The room was small and tidy and sure smelled like the sterile hospitals at home, but the walls were painted with different, warm shades of brown and beige. A private hospital of somekind? That was a possibility. Or it could be someones home. With a sarcastic note he reminded himself where he actually was. Why would anyone but some crime- or warlord have a private hospital room at home. Or better yet; who would even have money for such a thing.
Only one thing Altaïr was absolutly sure of, this was NOT back at the base.
His thoughts started to run in sircles in his pain clouded brain and all the moving he did earlier made the pain that much more unbearable. Altaïr needed to get up and back to the base to report in as soon as possible. He swore he would get up even if he fuckin' killed himself in the process. Cursing colourfuly through grit teeth he tried to get up from the surprisingly cofortable bed when he heard the door open.
" What on earth do you think you're doing? " came a demanding voice as soon as the door was open. A mans voice full of authority and great annoyance. Did the man just speak arabic? 'Oh fucking joy ' Altaïr thought. He was in hands of an enemy, no doubt, takeing the fact they were in a war-zone. But would an enemy tace care of him? He looked at the man that steped in to the room, about to answer something smart and oh so mature. Instead of answering he could only stare, mouth still slightly open from the unspoken reply, as he took in the mans appearence.
The man must have been the most beautiful person Altaïr'd ever seen. Short black hair. Dark, perfect skin and the most handsome face a man could have, plus the neatly trimmed goatee just added to the good looks. And those eyes. Carchoal black eyes that were shooting a menacing glare to Altaïr at the moment
" You are absolutely in no condition to get out of that bed. Lie down! " What a delicious voice that man had. The command snaped him back to reality from his trance-like state. Even so he did not seem to be able to move even though everything hurt and he wanted to obay the order. He had simply frozen in place. The man, obviously a doctor, frowned for a moment.
" It seems you do not understan arabic, after all... " The doctor mused and walked to where Altaïr was halfway out of bed. " Be good and lie down now. You cannot get up with those injuries " the mans english was slightly accented which made his voice seem all the more capturing to Altaïr. He felt a hand on his chest genly pushing him back to lie on the bed once more.
"Um... where, where am I? " Altaïr was surprised at how weak and raspy his voice sounded He cleared his throat a little and noticed even that hurt like a bitch. "Where is this?" how long had he been out of it, anyway? A worry for the kids and the other team leader hit again breafly but as sure and strong as ever. As a superior it was his responsibility to take care of them. Altaïr eyed the gorgeus doctor sucpiciously. No matter how handsome the man was it did not mean handsomness made him automaticly an ally.
" In a small hospital literally in the middel of nowhere. Do not fret, you are safe here. I was told you and your soldiers were ambushed?" The darker man smiled breafly at his own, not so much of a joke meeting Altaïrs golden eyes with his own cachoal ones.
" I... I don't know. I do not remember" Altaïr answered, shutting his eyes tightly. Th doctors gaze made him fool oddly dizzy, made it feel like he was going to fall down despite the fact he was already laying on his back. Closing the eyes was also a futile attempt to forget the damn pain. If it hurt this much just being still he hated to think what he looked like at the moment.
" Well, that is too bad. Or maybe it is a good thing. At least you will not get traumatized or anything of a sort" Altaïr huffed in annoyance at that. As if he'd get traumatized of something like like that. Not after seing so much pain and death already beforeHe had seen too much of it infact. His thoughts evaporated as the doctor continued "Ambush certainly does seem likely, thoug. Looking at your wounds I'm actually amazed I was able to save your life" he shut his mouth and stared at Altaïr silently for a moment. "You seem to be in great pain. I shall give you some painkillers so you can rest a little more".
"Hey doc. am I... am I the only survivor?" Altaïr had to know, though in reality he did not want to hear it. He watched as the doctor gave him the meds straight through the IV so that the medicin would take effect quicly and so that he didn't need to swallow any pills. The man looked at Altaïr thoughtfully for a short while, as if considering would it be safe to tell the truth now or later. The look on the doctors face told him what he needed to know, no words were needed.
" I am afraid so " the doctor answered unnecessarly, seeing that his patient had already guessed correctly. Altaïr felt numb. By any means this was not his fault but he felt irrationally guilty being only one alive. He felt the drowsines from the painkiller takeing over, welcoming it. In his half asleep mind he thought that even if the doctor was an enemy, he didn't seem to be that bad of a person. Suddenly he realized something and fad to force his eyes open looking at the doctor.
"Hey, what's your name? " he managed to ask, not realizing he used arabic, willing his mind to actually listen to the answer.
"My name is Malik A-Sayf "