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Frederick sat on his bed, staring out across the wide room, the nurse had not come back that same night. This morning, he was waiting for her, he continuously scanned the room, though he'd already looked for Emanuelle. He'd tried to get up and look for her himself but every time he got up a nurse would run over and tell him he needed more rest and sit him back down.

Eventually the nurse returned, sitting on the empty bed next to him. He frowned at her, motioning around him at the hospital in exasperation. She smiled at him warmly, " I know you feel locked up. But we want to make sure nothing worse has happened to you before we let you find refuge. Do you have any pain?"

Frederick looked at her a bit confused, she repeated her question, this time in broken German. He nodded, and she sat up to examine him. He looked up at her and motioned for her to come close, she obeyed, touching his hair, thinking his head was hurting. He reached up and placed his hand on the back of her hair, she froze, her eyes darting to his. His steady gaze met her astonished look and he pulled her into a kiss. She kissed him back for a moment before jumping back. Frederick sat back, feeling quite acomplished.

She stepped back with her hand on her chest, " Why you.." she said as her face reddened, " you..." She reached over to the end of the bed to look at his chart, " Freddy you ought to know that's inappropriate."

Frederick smiled back at her and nodded. " Nein, Frederick" He carefully annunciated, "...und zu namen?"

The nurse took in a breath, trying to calm her blush away. " My name, is Sarah."

Frederick put his hands together and motioned up, as if her name was a gift of God. " Sarah." He repeated.

" Yes. Nurse Sarah. I am your nurse, you are a patient. Got that?" She tried to say sternly, but her voice was shaking. Exasperated, she turned around and stomped away, leaving Frederick to gloat.

Shosanna picked at her meager breakfast, she had no appetite after all she'd gone through. Little bits of the carnage kept coming back to her, the dead in the streets, the hurt people wandering aimlessly in the city. The old woman she'd wanted to help. She kept seeing them over and over, followed by the face of the old woman calling her a 'Nazi whore' and then Al's face as he'd left her yesterday. She'd felt so much lately she didn't think she could feel much at all anymore.

Her hair gathered around her head in a terrible mess, her bun loosened so that loose strands hung down or knotted around her head. She spooned more food into her mouth, the old woman flashed in her memory again. " You Nazi Whore, Traitor!" … She closed her eyes and set down the spoon, swallowing and holding in her tears. A nurse came for her tray, she reached out and gripped her wrist without opening her eyes. The look of intensity on her face startled the nurse, she stared, unable to ask her what she wanted.

" I came here with someone. He goes by Frederick. His head was hurt, will you find him?" She whispered. The nurse leaned in and touched her arm softly.

" Dear, You've burst your stitches." The nurse said.

Frederick stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, pulling up his head dressing to examine the wound. With his face pressed up close to his reflection he frowned. The wound looked like a few deep cuts now, he didn't understand why he was tied down so much. Honestly, someone else probably needs this bed more than he does. The only place he could go to remedy his restlessness was the bathroom, where he could look at the dingy tiles and the smugged mirrors. He leaned against the sink and stared at the blue metal stall doors. He studied the breaks in the paint where the moisture had begun to peel away at the paint, revealing the teal, faded paint underneath. He jumped at the sound of a spark which dulled into the hiss of a flame. He followed the sound around the stalls to a space behind them where a nurse sat, smoking a cigarette on a step stool. It was Sarah.

She looked up at him surprised at first, but then calmed, as he smiled reassuringly to her. She fumbled in her pocket of her navy blue wool cardigan until she found her cigarettes. Reaching out, she offered them to Frederick. He nodded once and took the pack, let one fall out into his hand, placed it on his lips and returned the pack to her in exchange for the lighter.

They smoked in silence behind the stalls. The water from one of the sinks dripped, echoing throughout the bathroom. The sound of a gurney being rolled outside the door, the wheels turning, the squeaking of an under-oiled wheel.

Sarah finished her cigarette, she dropped it at her feet and stamped it out gingerly. Frederick flicked his to his feet and did the same. Sarah stood. Frederick moved forward and pushed her against the wall, kissing her eagerly. She kissed back, running her hands through his hair.

His hands traveled over her breasts and down to her thighs, she sighed as he reached up into her skirt. He pulled at her pantyhose, she at his belt. He stepped back to pull down her pantyhose and pushed his pants down as he stepped closer to her. Stepping up on the tips of her toes Sarah wrapped her leg around his waist, he placed his hand on her thigh,squeezing it.

Frederick cupped his hands into the flow from the sink and brought his face down to slash it with water. Sitting up he looked at himself in the mirror, looking over the caramel shading in his eyes. Behind him Sarah was adjusting her skirt, he watched her as she smoothed her uniform and glanced at him. She walked up behind him, her heels clicking on the floor. She smoothed his hair over into its characteristic wave and removed his wet, jostled, bandage.

" I've found Emanuelle." She said as she folded the bandage. Frederick looked ahead of her, waiting for what he needed. " She's on the next floor. Bed 8, row C, under the window." She finished, tossing the bandage in the trash. She turned and walked through the door without looking back at him.

Shosanna touched her bandage softly,damning herself for allowing it to happen to her. She wasn't allowed out of the room until tomorrow, they had to watch over her in case of less apparent injuries. She'd been given a book to read, Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre. She read a bit of it, catching up on her English was good but she'd found the book a bit drab and set it down to stare across the room. She looked at the other patients, all hurt more than she was. She felt the pang of guilt at this war. She felt as if she were somehow the cause of this pain, or at least she'd supported it in some ways up until now. What was she doing, serving the Nazis like some sort of dog? Did she have no honor? What was she doing sleeping with one?

Frederick. His caramel eyes meet hers as he sits across from her at the cafe. She studied his uniform, the flesh colored mole above his lip. His coy smile, he thought so highly of himself, that silly German. The pleasant memory was interrupted once again by the face of her brother, his young face, terrified by the sense of what was to come. Running, running, over that hill, the shout of, " Au Revoir Shosanna!" behind her.

She was startled out of her day dream as someone came to the foot of her bed. Frederick stood in the isle before her bed,looking down at her with his arms folded properly behind his back. Shosanna held out her arms to him and he came to her quickly, kneeling in front of her while he held her. They embraced that way for awhile without speaking. When they pulled away Shosanna pulled him into bed with her so that they both leaned against the metal frame, her head on his shoulder, his feet off the side of the bed.

" I'm a terrible man." Fredrick said while looking up at the high ceiling.

" Why?" She mumbled into his chest.

" I slept with a nurse," Shosanna tensed, his arm around her back squeezed her, " because of that other man."

Shosanna closed her eyes, trying to force back her tears.

" I love you Emanuelle."

" I'm Shosanna."

"I know you as Emanuelle..."

" I don't want to be her anymore."

" Very well, Shosanna...Shosanna...Shosanna."

" What?"

" I'm practicing.."

Shosanna scoffs and Frederick chuckles back. She rolls over so that her head is on his chest and she's looking up at his face.

" So does this mean were both whores now?" She asked coyly.

" Ja meine Liebe, es ist." He said, looking down at her as they both burst into laughter.