Hi! So, recent events inspired me to write this one-shot. I might add another chapter, but I'm not sure. Sorry I haven't been writting very much. I think I'm going to put my 2 current fics on hiatus for the time being.
Enjoy! And please review!
Skipper stared at the empty bunk. He gently placed a flipper on it, feeing the last bit of the young penguin's warmth on the hard concrete. A lunacorn toy was placed on it, smiling at Skipper as if everything was alright. Skipper gave the lunacorn a cold glare. Stop it! He thought. He let out a sigh, remembering that the toy's smile was permanent. And the lunacorn didn't have anyway of knowing what was going on. It was fake. Plastic. An emotionless toy that could easily be replaced with another. Just a toy.
But for a moment, the toy almost seemed to be alive for a fraction of a second. He looked back at the lunacorn. Its sparkling and lively eyes and cheery smile reminded him of...
That was one thing Skipper liked about the boy. No matter what happened, no matter what pain he was going through, he always managed to put on a warm and friendly smile. Skipper remembered the last time Skipper saw that smile: This morning. Before the mission.
"Breakfast, Skipper?" Private asked, laying a plate of fish in front of Skipper, giving the leader a smile.
"No thanks, Private. I'm not very hungry,"
"You sure?"
"One hundred percent positive, young Private. But thanks, anyways"
Kowalski said he would be okay. He had not been stabbed in his belly, where his vital organs were. It was just his flipper. But Skipper saw the boy's wound. He remembered the image perfectly. He knew the knife had hit an artery, causing blood to pour everywhere in just seconds and stain the innocent penguin's feathers. Skipper had heard of fellow soliders commiting suicide this way, cutting their flippers deep enough to kill themselves. But the young penguin hadn't tried to kill himself. Someone had done it to him. Skipper wanted to hate that someone, but for some reason couldn't. Maybe it was the boy's Lunacorn mush Skipper was forced to listen to on a daily baisis finally getting to him...
Skipper wasn't sure if they had gotten him to the animal hospital in time. Kowalski said their was a good chance he would make it through and maybe be out of the clinic in a few days. Skipper wasn't so sure. More images flashed through his mind.
The brave young solider fell to the cold ground, blood pouring from his flipper where the knife had struck it. His breathing quickly grew heavier as the rest of the team hovered around him.
"Sk-Skipper?" he managed to say.
Skipper suddenly slapped himself. Stop, he thought. There IS hope. Private will be okay.
Skipper stared at the empty bunk. He crawled into it and grabbed the forever smiling lunacorn.
He's going to be okay...