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P.O.V America/North
(August 24, 1814)
Shádi'ááh had shown up facing off against Canada and England, I was more focused on D.C though. One of his eyes was screwed shut and the other one was having a hard time focusing on anything. "Hey, Oliver! Oliver, look at me!" One eye focused and unfocused on me, "Ma?" I smiled lightly, "Yea, I'm right here!" His eye unfocused again, "I'm scared, Ma…" I could feel my heart breaking, "It's fine, I got you now." I lightly touched my hand on the side of his face and pulled back, skin following it like melted cheese. I felt my eyes widened and my heart speed up in panic, I tried to slam down my emotions as fast as possible.
He looked back up at me in confusion, but tears were slowly coming to his eyes, "I can't feel anything, Ma…." I tried to sooth him, "I know, baby. We'll get through this though." He nodded slowly, by this time Shádi'ááh had come over now that Canada and England were gone. I looked up at him, his eyes were filled with rage and sadness looking down on D.C. "Come on, Náhookos we need to get him wrapped up before something gets in his wounds." I nodded before picking him up slowly, keeping clear of grabbing his sides where I knew it would be the same as his face. "Let's go."
(Time Skip)
By the time we were able to wrap him up in gauze and get home I had already sent a storm to try to put out the fires. We walked in the door Shádi'ááh carrying D.C. behind me, Delaware and Vermont came tearing through the house, "Mom! It's May and Virginia! Something happened to them!" they screamed. 'The fire had spread!' I ran into the living room where panicking states were huddled around Maryland and Virginia who were laying on the floor. The states quickly moved out of my way, Maryland was the first to spot me out of the two, "Mom, it hurts." he cried, tears streaming out of his eyes. Louisiana who was now 4 years old looked up at me, "Mama? Will they be alright?" she asked. "Yea, sweetie. They'll be alright."
(Time Skip)
Maryland and Virginia were already recovering but D.C wasn't much better, understandable since almost all buildings were completely gone. D.C was still wrapped in gauze, we knew that he couldn't risk getting an infection.
(Time Skip, February 16, 1815)
Today, the Treaty of Ghent was signed and with it an end to the war, Washington was slowly being rebuilt and with it Oliver was getting better. He still had wraps around one side of his face and side.
(Time Skip, 1817)
After President James Monroe had moved into the White House after construction was finally finished and with that Oliver was finally getting his bandages off today. 2 year old Indiana was looking up at his big brother excitedly, happy to finally be able to see him without bandages on for once. D.C himself was looking nervous, picking at his bandages without tearing them off, the doctor was letting D.C prepare himself before they took them off so he didn't go into a panic attack.
I gave him a side hug, "It'll be fine Oliver," I reassured him, giving him a soft smile. He leaned in, "Thanks, Ma," he said softly, Indiana piped up at that time, "Yeh! Everything will be right!" Indiana idolized his bigger brother, following him around everywhere and even helping him if he needed it.
The doctor came back into the room looking towards D.C "Are you ready?" Oliver took a deep breath and nodded. The doctor began taking them off slowly starting with his sides, his sides were scarred, not as prominent if it had been a human in the same conditions, but it would still heal with more time. D.C looked out of his uncovered eye down at his scars before looking back up, "Not as bad as I thought…" his voice was strained though. The doctor gave him a second before moving onto his face, taking the gauze off.
His right eye was more of a whiter blue and a long scar went vertically down it, prominent scars littered the right side of his face, and I could tell from the doctors expression that they were permanent. "Ma, it's kind of blurry." The expression on the doctor stated that he feared that and quickly gave him a mirror. D.C took one look and froze slowly putting the mirror down and looking at me, his right eye still a little unfocused, "I know why it's blurry now…." he stated tears coming to his eyes. Indiana looked confused and wandered up, "Why you crying, Olie?" he asked, brows furrowed. "Because of my face…" apparently that answered confused Indiana even more, "Why? You have battle scars now! It's cool!" to further his opinion he smiled brightly running his small hand over the scars.
Oliver paused at that thinking, "I guess you're right…" Indiana brightened up even more, grabbing his hand and taking off, "You show off to everyone now!" he exclaimed running to where the rest of the states were waiting.
I couldn't help but laugh a little at how the younger states could always cheer someone up. I was brought out of it by the doctor though. "He probably won't be able to see clearly out of his right eye again and even with your special characteristics his right face will always be scarred." the doctor explained bluntly. I let out a sigh running my hand through my hair, "I was scared of that." I looked up to where I heard the states loudly congratulating D.C on being one of the first to have scars in the family, a light smile coming to my face, "We'll make do with it though."
The Doctor nodded a smile coming to his own face, "I wish you luck with them," he stated before packing up the rest of the way and leaving.
Author's Note:
The melting skin part of this story was from one of my teachers about someone else and I thought I could use it. Here's the story, it was during 9/11 and the person that my teacher knew was stationed at the Pentagon before the attack. Well he went to go use the Head(Bathroom) during the attack and when the plane crashed it was almost right next to him. So he walked out of the Head in kind of a daze since he was in shock and one of his buddies found him and tried to grab his arm to lead him away. So when his buddy grabbed his arm it went all the way through skin and muscle right down to the bone and stuck to their hand like melted cheese. My teacher's friend of course didn't feel any of this since he was in shock.
Luckily they were able to get him out and he did survive the attack. I forgot if he was stationed somewhere or now working a desk job, but there was the story.
Indiana: Milo Alan Jones (Age): 15 (Bio) Blue eyes, Black hair, pale skin, 5'5.8
-Azar
