A/N : thank you all for your kind words. And I know it's "Heels" not "Heals". I noticed this after I posted it, and now I've realized my relationship with Mr. Spell check has gone down the toilet. So without further ado its chapter numero two.
I must be dreaming. Please let me be dreaming! I couldn't have gone back in time! That's not possible! I'm dreaming, I'll just pinch myself and it won't hurt at all.
"OW!"…That pinch hurt really bad. Oh no…I'm not dreaming. I went back in time!
"Doc, she's delirious. She kept saying 'Where am I?' and then said Hitler was dead." The woman told the doctor.
"Well, That blow to the head might've given her slight amnesia. Did she remember her name?"
"I didn't ask her."
"Well, then go. I'll go with you."
The two walked back into the room, and I was sitting up on the side of the bed. I looked at them as they walked into the room.
"Hello again." The woman said. I smiled back, but I was still scared. Actually I wasn't scared, I was shocked, because I went back in freaking time!
"Now, do you remember your name?" The Doctor asked immediately
"Yeah, Megan Adams." I said smart ass-y, again I didn't mean to.
"No, your name is Megan Stein." The doctor corrected arrogantly.
What? My real name isn't Megan Adams? I must have jumped into someone else's body.
"Right, right. Megan Stein, that's my name…" I replied dazed.
"What's today's date?" Doctor Roe asked
"November 27th, 1943."… Ok, so I cheated on that one….
"Who's the president."
"FDR"
"How many fingers am I holding up?" He was holding out 4.
"Four"
"Actually, the correct answer was twenty-seven. But four is close enough." I laughed, he turned to the woman whose face had waves of emotion flowing over it, "Aside from the name mix-up, she seems in perfect health. Though she still seems a bit dazed. She can stay here under your supervision, Marge, till she gets better."
Marge…
The old lady from the plane?…No that can't be possible..
"Thank you, Eugene." Marge thanked, and Roe went through the door. I looked at the woman, she did have the same facial structure as the old woman on the plane….But maybe that was the concussion playing tricks on me…But this lady was small too. Not like child small, but she looked at least 5'3. And compared to my 5'10, that's what, up to my shoulder? She didn't have bright white hair though, she had deep brown hair. I mean, very deep, almost black. And her eyes…they were royal blue. I never noticed Old Marge's eyes behind her coke bottle glasses. They stood out magnificently. Maybe this lady isn't the one from the plane. But it's so odd that I happen to be in Aldbourne, England and met a woman named Marge, when just hours before I met a woman named Marge who was stationed at Aldbourne, England during the war. Or would that be decades later?…
"Marge Berch?" I questioned. The woman turned to me with a sparkle in her eye. I guess she took my question as a statement.
"How did you know me and Ted secretly married!" she looked happy, but shocked. I didn't know how to explain myself. Would it be insane of me to tell her that I came from the future and that I randomly met her future self on an airline to London?
But what of Doreen? She had that they were in the same group of girls.
"Doreen, uh…Doreen told me." I said skeptically
"Oh, I told her not to tell a soul! That's what you get for having such a big mouth as your maid of honor. Ah well, it had to get around sometime."
So Doreen's here too. This is all making sense now. Well, sort of, I still don't know why I'm here anyways. But usually in every movie, the questions aren't answered until the middle or the end of the movie. And I guess time travel isn't any different..
"So, how is ol' Ted?"
"Oh, well, he's in boot camp right about now. But when your 19 and over 1,000 miles away from the ones you love…after this they might be sending him to the pacific."
Now, how do you respond to that? 'Oh that's nice'? To be on the safe side, I didn't say anything. We just looked at each other awkwardly. I was going to lie back down, but the bed felt very unstable. Maybe my own bed will be better.
"Hey Marge, could I go to my own bed? This one doesn't feel…Right."
"Oh, of course! Let me help you, though. The other nurses are probably worried sick about you." She led me out the door and down the hallway. Ok this lady said I was a nurse, right? I just have one question. WHY GOD? WHY?
"Marge, why am I a nurse?" I questioned
"Well, you volunteered, along with your mother and older sister. They're over in the Philippines right now. Do you really not remember all of this?" She asked concerned
"Well, I can remember some things. I guess I've temporarily lost my short term memory." Nice save Megan, "Buy why am I a nurse? I mean, I'm only 16. I haven't had that much experience."
Marge gave me a look of great concern. "Are you sure you didn't lose your long term memory either? Are you kidding me? Child, you came in here telling stories from when you were 10 and helping your momma at the hospital during the depression. You've seen more things than I have and I'm 18! That's why you're a nurse"
Ok, what is this lady talking about? I can barely apply a band-aid to a cut with out it falling off, let alone administer a shot or something like that. We reached a doorway, where I could hear the chit-chatter or several women. We walked in to find four more girls sitting around a card table, playing what seemed like BS. As we walked in, Marge coughed to make sure our presence was known. When the girls looked up from their game, their mouths opened wide
"Holy crap, Megan's alive!" A woman with short blonde hair cheered. The other girls cheered in unison. They all crowded around me and Marge asking me how I was, and how I felt. But I couldn't answer since I was basically, being suffocated.
"Ladies, Ladies, Ladies! Give her some air!" Marge hollered. The women backed up at once and led me to my bed, which I could tell right away was mine. All the beds had nametags on them. The other girls, besides Marge, names are Lilly, Cindy, Doreen and Anne.
"How are you Megan?" A woman with shoulder length red hair asked.
"Um, I feel fine." I replied, lying down on my bed. Ok coming back to this bed was a huge mistake. The hospital one was much MUCH better. Is this even considered a bed? It feels more like cardboard on a concrete floor.
"Well, she's not fully alright. She asked me why she was a nurse, because she hasn't had much experience." Marge blurted. The girl exclaimed in shock.
"You, not have enough experience?" A black haired woman, sitting in the bed labeled "Cindy", asked, "Are you sure you're alright? Maybe the doc should check you out some more."
"Guys, I'm fine. I just feel tired that's all. Trust me, I'll be better later." I reassured, "Don't worry."
"But we do, Megan, because you're the young one. " The red headed woman said, opening her bedside trunk. The bed was labeled "Anne".
"Hey Anne, you got anymore gin in there?" The blonde one asked.
"No, you drank it all last night with Don, remember?" Anne said, agitated.
"…Actually, I don't." She replied
"God, Doreen, do you remember anything from last night?" Marge commented
"Well, I remember waking up in a different bed, in a different barracks, with different girls. So I must have gotten really drunk." Doreen said. Wow, she looks way different. She's not huge like she was on the plane. Here she was tall, but skinny. Not sickly skinny, but curvy skinny. She looked like one of those old school pin-up girls; I caught my grandpa looking at back when I was 9. This lady didn't look like the older Doreen at all. Well except for one thing, the birthmark on her hand. Yep, this is the Doreen.
"Well, I guess Joe will be happy now. Since Megan is better and all that." A brunette girl laughed
"Be quiet, Lilly. We've gone over this a million times." Marge said
"Just because she's Jewish, doesn't mean she has to date the only Jewish boy she's met." They all said in unison.
"Besides, I caught that George Luz looking at Megan yesterday. If Joe and her don't work out, she can just jump right over to George." Cindy laughed
Do they even realize that I'm still in the room? They're talking as if I'm not in the room anymore. And what's up with this talk of boys? I've never had a boyfriend before, and I'm guessing all the girls here have had they're share of boys.
"Hey girls, you don't mind if I fall asleep do you?" I asked
"You weren't asleep before?" Doreen asked
And with that, I fell into a deep sleep
I awoke to a very loud thumping sound. I looked around the room; all the other girls were gone. I got up from my bed, and cracked my back, since it was very uncomfortable. I turned around and looked everywhere, to see where the noise was coming from. I took a 360 turn and looked over by the door, and saw what looked like a shadow of a person. I walked closer, till the shadow came in full view. It was Lily, she and another man were making out fiercely. The loud thumping noise was coming from the man, who was sitting in a chair. He would lean back on the chair and then slam it back down on the floor.
I guess they didn't see me, since they weren't in any hurry of stopping. I took this opportunity to leave and look at my surroundings. I walked out of the door, down the hallway and through a door that said exit. I walked out to find it a brilliant November night. It was cool outside, and there was a slight wind that blew through my hair. I walked on forward where there was a loud group of people and loud music. It wasn't the music I was used too. There was no Modest Mouse blasting over the stereo, there was no Fall Out Boy to mosh too. No, they were playing swing music. Beautiful, beautiful swing music. I started to follow the sound of the music, not really watching where I was going. Until I hit something hard.
"Oh no, I didn't hit my head again did I?" I cried out.
"No, but you did just hit an officer." A man replied back. I looked up into the pair of the most brilliant blue eyes. And I was lost.
