Chapter 7
Ashley's POV
I remember Sharlot's plane crash.. I remember the sky being black.. I remember everything before but I can't seem to remember anything after all this..
I could feel my body hurt, I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear people talking.. And they were talking all languages.. I could understand my language, French, Russian.. Where was I?
After my plane crashed I was hoping for someone to find me.. I was hoping for my plane not to blow up and me being inside.. I was praying for my life.. I was crying for Sharlot.. Every time I was trying to move it hurt and I couldn't move.. I was thinking to myself.. 'This was it? That was how my life would end?' But when no one was coming I started losing hope.. The sad part was that I was still conscious.. I was still alive and as the hours were passing I was thinking that I would die here.. In a foreign country, alone.. So like that I closed my eyes and I can't remember anything after that..
I remember when I gained back my senses.. Maybe I was in heaven? But in heaven were they talking so many languages? It reminded me of Babylon and that part from Genesis 11:1-9 who describes the building of the city and its famous tower 'whose top may reach unto heaven'.. And because of that God punished them for their arrogance by creating a confusion of different languages.. That's how it felt here.. Like Babylon.. Too many languages that was making my head hurt even more.. I could only separate one voice, one language.. A voice I was listening to every day since the day I woke up..
'Marie.. Je serai de retour. Vérifiezle soldat ici' (i will be back. Check the soldier there )
It was a sweet voice that I could easily separate from all the others.. From all this chaos that I was and where it was I didn't know.. And that voice was by my side every day..
'Je ne sais passi vous êtes américain, je ne sais pas sivous êtes Français et je parle icien français sans savoir si vous êtes français..' (i dont know if you are american, i dont know if you are french and here i am talking french without knowing if you are french)
I wanted to smile with her rambling because it was cute..
Every morning and every night that girl would come by my side and take care of me.. Her touches were soft and I could understand that she knew what she was doing.. I wanted to open my eyes, tell her that I am thankful for what she was doing but I still couldn't.. It was like my brain couldn't cooperate with my body.. She was taking care of my wound on my hand when someone called her name and for the first time I heard her speaking English..
"Spencer, we need you here.. He is bleeding.."
"I am coming"
Next days found us at the same spot.. She would talk to me in French and I would smile from the inside..
During one day I managed to open my eyes after so long.. I tried to see where I was and what I saw frighten me.. I was laying on a bed in a hospital.. Soldiers were laying on the beds, others with bandages on their heads, other with curtains hiding them from us.. I believed that these ones were the ones that were bad..
Right next to me were a boy I think he was close to my age or a little bit younger.. He had lost his leg and his face had scars.. From my other side it was a man round his thirties with bandages all over his body.. And the bandages were soaked in blood.. When I turned my face a girl came and saw what I saw seconds ago.. The man I guessed was already dead..
"Go find Spencer.. I think he is dead" the girl said and after minutes Spencer, the French talker nurse who was taking care of me came to the bed right next to mine.. All this time I was looking at her trying to see if this man was still alive.. Her hands were covered from his blood..
"He is dead.. Ask for George to come and get him.."
She stood there for some minutes and I think I heard her crying.. All these days I was trying to find my voice back.. It was a whisper at first but every night I was saying a prayer and every night it would get louder and louder.. Till I had my voice back..
"You couldn't do anything else about him.. It was his time to go.. Maybe it's for the best"
She turned her face and looked at me.. All this time I didn't know how she looked like.. For the first time I saw her.. She had long blond hair in a ponytail and her eyes were icy blue..
"You speak English? Are you English?"
"I am American actually"
"Do you know where you are?"
"I guess a hospital?"
"It's a hospital in France.. You were unconscious for a month now. When did you wake up?" she came right next to me and took off the gloves she was wearing, washed her hands to a bowl of water that was next to me and checked my vitals..
"I woke up a couple of days ago I guess.. But I couldn't speak and I couldn't move.. I still can't move actually"
"That's because you have your legs broken.. How about your hands? Can you move them?" I tried to move my hands for her to see.. I could..
"Can you turn your back for me please?" I turned and she lifted my shirt.. She put something like a pin on my back..
"Aouts.. That hurt"
"Thank God.."
"What?"
"You are not paralyzed"
"Thank God indeed"
"Do you remember anything?" and she checked my eyes to see if I could respond well to the light..
"I remember our planes being crashed while we were flying.. Sharlot is dead.."
"Who is Sharlot?"
"My friend.. A pilot as well"
"You are a pilot?"
"Yes I am.."
"Do you remember your name?"
"It's Ashley.. Ashley Davies"
"Well Ashley Davies.. It's good you are alive.. I am Spencer.. Spencer Carlin"
I was broken, literally.. Two broken legs and a concussion that left me unconscious for a month.. I guess that was a good thing thinking that I crashed with my plane.. But who found me and brought me here and when..
I didn't see Spencer that day again till it was late at night.. Everyone was calling her name and he knew everyone by their name.. She was amazing with what she was doing.. I don't think I would ever be a nurse.. I am afraid so much of blood..
"Hello pilot" she said and checked again my eyes and put her hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever or not.. "Does your head hurt?"
"Every now and then"
"Meaning.."
"Three, four times a day I guess.."
"Ashley, this is important. I want you to tell me how many times your head hurts and how major the pain is.."
"When I open my eyes in the morning the pain is really bad.. During the day it goes away but I still feel it.. It's like a migraine.. Now I don't hurt"
"I see.. Do you hurt anywhere else?"
"Well I can't feel my legs, my back hurts and you already know about my head"
"I will be back"
After a couple of minutes she was back with a guy who seemed that he hadn't slept for months.. His white robe was covered with blood and I guessed that was my doctor..
"Albert, this is the girl I told you about.. Her name is Ashley Davies.. She has major pains on her head, she has two broken legs and her back hurts"
"Hello Ms Davies.. It's good to have you back.. Doctor Carlin informed me about your condition.. Well, your plane crashed and you were found bleeding inside your plane.. They brought you here immediately"
"Who found me?"
"They were French soldiers.. You are in France"
"Yeah, I know that.. We were flying to England when they took our plane down"
"It's a good thing that they found you soon.. As for your headaches I am going to give you two pills to take every morning and every night and soon enough you will be able to walk again.. Tomorrow we are going to change your casts.. Doctor Carlin was checking your condition the whole month so I am going to let you in her hands now.."
"Thank you doctor"
When the doctor went back to his other patients I was left with the other doctor.. Spencer.. How old was she to be a doctor?
"So I think its time to take your night pill" she gave me a glass of water and the pill the doctor gave me minutes before..
"You are a doctor? Seriously? I thought you were a nurse"
"Why? I don't look like a doctor?"
"You are but you are so young.. How old are you? Nineteen?" when I said that she smiled and I really have to admit that her smile brighten the place..
"I am not nineteen if you want to know.. I am twenty five.. Graduated the first from my class.. But thanks for the compliment.. You don't look bad yourself eitherl.. Even with broken legs"
"Funny.. Ha ha.. But wow.. Twenty five, a doctor and what are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Following my dream and I wanted to help"
"And what your dream might be?"
"I always wanted to be a pilot.. So when the states said they were recruiting I applied and I got accepted"
"Well, my dream is already fulfilled so I am here to help as much as I can. Where are you from?"
"New York. And where are you from? You speak French really good and obviously English.. So.."
"I am American as well.. Born and raised in California.. I speak three languages really.. And how you know I speak French?"
"Because I heard you when you were talking to me.." she stayed silent for a moment and then smiled again.. I was getting used to that smile..
Although she had to go and check her other patients she would come back and talk to me.. I liked that.. And as far as I could see I was the only woman here.. I hoped there weren't other women pilots hurt or dead.. I hoped that no one would be hurt or dead.. All this was a madness.. And my escape from the madness was that girl with the beautiful smile.. Spencer..
A/N Forgive my French.. I don't speak the language.. It's all google's translator fault if i have mistakes..
Also i am leaving for vacations and i wont be able to update for some days.. But for now you are good.. I already wrote some chapters..
TBC
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