I don't know how long it takes Jonas to come around but I can't deny I'm relieved when he does. It had seemed an eternity of watching him lying there, shaking, trembling…bleeding. My relief is tripled when he moves one of his arms and blearily tries to touch his head. Whatever the Hell they've done to him, at least it isn't what they did to me.
"Jonas?" I say quietly, not wanting to make his obvious headache any worse and he slowly turns his head to look at me.
"Colonel?" He says, relief and confusion evident in his voice.
"Yeah, Jonas, it's me. Are you okay?" I ask and he nods warily, his fingers still lingering over the sticky mass of blood in his hair.
"Yeah, I-I think so." He says, his voice stronger than before. What happened Sir?" he asks and I shrug my shoulders…or try to. "Are you alright Colonel?" He asks, obviously noticing the fact I haven't moved a muscle below my neck since he woke up.
"Err, I would have to say no." I answer a little snappily and he frowns.
"No?" He says with an inquisitive frown and I nod.
"No." I say as conformation.
"As in no-no?" His eyes are wide now, with what looks suspiciously like worry in them.
"Yes Jonas." I grind out. "No as in no." Panicking, he gets to his feet and walks a little shakily over to me.
"What's…what's wrong?" He asks, kneeling beside me, "Are you in pain?" His voice is laced with concern and those green eyes are ripe with sincerity despite the fact there's blood dripping into them.
"I can't move." I tell him and his eyes grow even wider.
"Oh…" He's looking around panicking. "Oh….okay, wh-what happened?" He asks. "Don't worry." He continues, not giving me a chance to answer. "Just don't panic." His hands are shaking like mad and his eyes are darting from side to side. "Just don't worry, I read a book about this, now, it's possible you may have broken your back but d-don't panic, okay. Don't worry, there are a number of other reasons, much less serious now-"
"JONAS!" I yell and he jumps slightly and coughs, I can't believe he's said all that without taking a breath. "Jonas, I'm not panicking." I assure, hoping I sound a little more confident than I actually feel. "Jonas, just help me sit up, alright?" Jonas leans back slightly, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes.
"Sir, I-I" He's started with sir, that means he's nervous. "Sir, Colonel, I don't think that's such a great idea." He says slowly, flinching at the glare I give him. "...Colonel, Sir." He adds meekly.
"Jonas, just do it." I sigh, "I've been staring at the same spot for hours, I need a change of scenery." He looks at the floor, looks at me, looks to the left, looks back at the floor. "Jonas…" I sigh in frustration and he bites his bottom lip nervously.
"Maybe I should check if it's broken. Can I at least do that Sir?" He asks and I sigh.
"Alright, just, try not to bleed on me too much." I joke but Jonas frowns softly, reaching up once again to finger the bloody gash still oozing blood. "It's a joke Jonas." I assure and he smiles tentatively, obviously not sure whether to laugh or not. "Just see to my damn back." I sigh, rolling my eyes and he nods, leaning over me and placing a hand just above my hip, his hands are warm and my muscle clenches in reaction to his touch. Gradually he moves his hand round just above my ass, I can't tell if he's putting any pressure on or not and I turn to look at his hand.
"Keep still." He murmurs, his voice a little lower than normal, his teeth biting down gently on his lower lip, his hand gently sliding just above the curve of my ass. He moves around slowly, still applying that little amount of pressure, and my eyes are rooted on he look of concentration on his face as he gently nips his lower lip with his teeth. He closes his eyes lightly for a second and then rocks back on his heels. "Jonas?" I ask, wanting a verdict and he swallows heavily a few times.
"I-I don't think that it's broken." He stammers. And I let out a sigh of relief.
"Alright." I sigh. "Now get me up." Jonas nods shakily.
"Yes Sir."