Disclaimer: I own nothing! Shout out Lauren Schissler and Sruti Pandey! I would also include Nathan Siket but he is…well I can't say being Christian 0:] but I will in my head…o man im goin to hell :D ok ONTO THE STORY!
Light poured through the slits in my eye as I opened them slightly. The light burned and I teared up as a sharp pain erupted from my torso. I slowly open my eyes to see I was in the medical tent. 'What the…' I thought. I tried to sit up as I could hear voices from behind the tent walls. "Whoa there sweetie! Take it easy now." I looked over to my right and saw elderly women walk in with a medical kit. She had a short curly bob cut with pale blond hair. She looked to be about late 60s to early 70s. She had tan, aged, semi wrinkly skin. She wore a white button up shirt and a long navy green skirt that went down to her heals, topped off with a bloody white apron.
"What happened?" asked a voice that came from me, but I didn't own. It was scratchy and sore. The elderly women chuckled sweetly "Well now sugar, you just cheated death himself" she said as she rung a piece of cloth in some water. Suddenly I remembered what she was talkin about. That fuckin' bitch Jason killed me, or so I thought until just recently. I looked down at my torso; it was bandaged and wreaked of strong smelling medicine that burned my eyes. I went to go touch it when the elderly women shrieked "Don't you dare mess up that there stichen'! I just barley got you to stop bleedin yesterday! You stared bleedin again you can go ahead and deal with it your self!"
She walked over and put a cool cloth over my stab wound. "What's your name?" I asked her while she was working. She continued to place cool cloth on my cut, one after the other. "My names Francine, but I just about hate that name so ya'll can go'ead call me Franny. Oh and ya'll got some visitors, ill send them im." Before I could protest she was gone and the 'visitors' walked in. "Hey there Alegria" said Bowman, followed by Mason through the flap of the tent Franny followed and returned to washing pieces of cloth.. I smiled at them until I saw Woods come in behind Mason. 'Great' I thought
"Its Mr. Sunshine" He walked through the tent with out even giving me as much as a side ways glance and walked over to Franny. "Well now, nice to see ya'll Woods" She smiled sweetly at him, almost in a motherly way. Woods on the other hand completely encored this gesture and immediately started to talk.
"We need to be alone." He said to her and glanced at Bowman and Mason. I guess he was talking about with out the company of Franny. Franny dropped the cloth in the water and put her hands on her hips. She narrowed her eyes and stared down Woods for about 7 seconds before glancing around at the rest of us. Her eyes snapped back to Woods and she pointed a boney finger at his. He flinched.
"Now listen up! If I find but one thing broken when I come back..." she took a step closer. "Ya'll haven't even seen true pain." With that she smiled happily. "Now ya'll have fun!" she said and happily left the room. Woods quickly walked towards me and pointed at me. "This..." he seethed through his teeth while pointing to my wound. "Will never happen again, unless you want to be decommissioned, got it?" I stood my self up slightly encoring the feeling that my skin was going to rip down my torso. "ya, cause it was my fault that a drunken psycho came after me!" Mason's eyes got big and at the same time Bowman tried to hide a laugh. Wood's face got red "Don't you DARE disrespect me marine!" I sat up a bit more. "Why not? You've been disrespecting me from the moment I got here"
Woods hands clenched into fists. I felt Bowman and Mason tense up beside me, as if they would be ready to stop Woods if he decided to brake the 'no hitting girls' rule like Jason did. Suddenly Woods crossed his arms and smirked, "Pathetic." He laughed.
'THAT'S IT IM DONE WITH HIM! IM GONNA FUCKIN KICK HIS ASS' I mentally screamed as I forgot about my injuries and sat up full speed.
I felt a sickening tear through out my torso and felt warmth trickling down my side. I felt like I was going to be sick. My eyes widened as I clutched the re opened wound in my side. Woods only scoffed at this. "Cant even keep an injury under control" I growled as smirked. Suddenly a shrill voice broke the sound barrier. "YA'LL GET THE HELL OUTA HEAR 'FOR I KILL YOU" oh great….Franny. The men were rushed out and the curtain was closed behind them.
After being yelled at by Franny for about half an' hour I got endure the wonderful feeling of Franny's fingers sorting through my wound yanking, and twisting away at skin to get every last of the 60 stitches out.
Damn you Frank Woods.
