The struggles of a sidekick – Chapter two
Darkness. Denny really hated darkness, it made you think of stuff that you'd really rather not remember. Things like the death of his parents, friends and old companion Maria Ross.. Wait, Maria? Unpleasant memories flooded his mind and he woke up gasping for breath.
Hoisting himself up with his elbows he managed to get up in a sitting position, and now realized that he couldn't see. Panic immediately got the better of him and he clutched his head with his hands. He hissed in pain as he applied pressure to his face and fell back onto his bed, slowly feeling his forehead and realizing that bandages had been wrapped around his head. Confused and disorientated he silently called out.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" His throat felt dry and the pain of forming the words with his mouth felt overwhelming. The faint sound of a chair scraping over wood reached his ears and moments after, he heard a door open nearby. Doing his best to ignore the pain, Denny asked with a hoarse voice
"Who's there?" Still he received no answer, even though he could hear someone walking over to his bed. He could feel someone sitting down on his bed and he heard something being picked up from what must have been a table.
"Here, drink this sergeant Brosh" Was the answer he got, but that voice.. He knew this voice very well, though it had been long since he had last heard it. Denny was at a loss of words, this was something he had prayed for every night, but he had always known it was impossible, or that was at least what he had thought. Ignoring the glass that were being pressed against his lips, he reached up his hands.
"Maria? Is that you?" His hands reached the shoulders of the person sitting on his bed, and shook her slightly
"Ex-Second lieutenant Maria Ross reporting in" Was the answer he at last received.
Sorry, just a mini update, more will come soon.