Part 4
Intense pain. The sensation overwhelmed him, threatening to consume him. He couldn't move, could barely breath. Suddenly he felt the most genlt hand take one of his and squeeze. He couldn't quite make out the words and for a moment, he thought he was in heaven but if he were dead, he wouldn't hurt this much.
Quietly Em took the man's hand and wispered that he was in a field hospital and he'd be okay. He was a pilot she imagined by the gold wings just barely clinging to what was left of his uniform, a Lietenant Commander if the bars were correct, but beyond that, no one knew anything. His face and eyes had been damaged in some sort of crash it appeared.
Quickly she called a doctor over who checked his pulse and ordered a nearby nurse to give him an injection of morphine.
The next 2 weeks continued much like the same, Will waking up from pain, the doctor giving him more pain medication and Emilia sitting by his side the entire time. Finially it came time to remove his bandages. The doctor slowly pulled them away to reveal angry red flesh but that was well on its way to recovering. The scaring would be minimal. The doctors seemed more concerned with his eyes. Their mystery patient had taken a hard blow to the head, couldn't remember anything and his vision was severly damaged, only able to pick out extreme lights and darks.
Slowly, he blinked his eyes a few times after the doctor left. Hesitantly, he reacehd up to touch his face before running a hand through his hair.
"They said your memory should return..soon.." Em said softly and Will's head snapped up, looking twords the voice..that voice that had calmed him, soothed him when the pain was so bad he wanted to die.
"Who are you..." he croaked, his voice sore from not speaking in so long.
"Emilia. Emilia Malone..I'm with the Red Cross..."
"You're American..?"
She nodded before relizing he couldnt see her, "Yes."
"Well..we can't all be perfect.." was all he said before laying back and falling asleep instantly.
Em was torn between yelling and grinning. He had a sense of humor..even if it was aimed at her country. He has this arrogence that was so familure....like someone she knew when she was a little girl....but couldnt place the face. Oh well...her patient was on the road to recovery.
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Intense pain. The sensation overwhelmed him, threatening to consume him. He couldn't move, could barely breath. Suddenly he felt the most genlt hand take one of his and squeeze. He couldn't quite make out the words and for a moment, he thought he was in heaven but if he were dead, he wouldn't hurt this much.
Quietly Em took the man's hand and wispered that he was in a field hospital and he'd be okay. He was a pilot she imagined by the gold wings just barely clinging to what was left of his uniform, a Lietenant Commander if the bars were correct, but beyond that, no one knew anything. His face and eyes had been damaged in some sort of crash it appeared.
Quickly she called a doctor over who checked his pulse and ordered a nearby nurse to give him an injection of morphine.
The next 2 weeks continued much like the same, Will waking up from pain, the doctor giving him more pain medication and Emilia sitting by his side the entire time. Finially it came time to remove his bandages. The doctor slowly pulled them away to reveal angry red flesh but that was well on its way to recovering. The scaring would be minimal. The doctors seemed more concerned with his eyes. Their mystery patient had taken a hard blow to the head, couldn't remember anything and his vision was severly damaged, only able to pick out extreme lights and darks.
Slowly, he blinked his eyes a few times after the doctor left. Hesitantly, he reacehd up to touch his face before running a hand through his hair.
"They said your memory should return..soon.." Em said softly and Will's head snapped up, looking twords the voice..that voice that had calmed him, soothed him when the pain was so bad he wanted to die.
"Who are you..." he croaked, his voice sore from not speaking in so long.
"Emilia. Emilia Malone..I'm with the Red Cross..."
"You're American..?"
She nodded before relizing he couldnt see her, "Yes."
"Well..we can't all be perfect.." was all he said before laying back and falling asleep instantly.
Em was torn between yelling and grinning. He had a sense of humor..even if it was aimed at her country. He has this arrogence that was so familure....like someone she knew when she was a little girl....but couldnt place the face. Oh well...her patient was on the road to recovery.
Be a responsible reader and review.
