He was back in his plane falling. Falling faster than anything in the world ever could, the ground rising up to meet him. He screamed...and felt a gentle pair of hands take his flailing ones and a soft voice calling out to him.

"Wake up....it's just a dream.." Em said softly, brushing a hand over his sweaty brow. The young man's eye's poped open and he staired at her as if trying to figure out what she was doing in his one man aircraft before it came flooding back to him. The accident--the field hopstial--and the nurse. Emilia. That name was so familure, like an old name from his childhood he couldn't quite place.

"You were having a nightmare" she said softly, handing hima cup of water which he gulped down. When he was done he layed back, stairing at her. "....What?" She asked, blushing a little. The way he'd look at her made her feet....tingly.

"Thankyou..." he said softly, bringing her hand which was still holding his to his lips and kissing it softly.

"....you're welcome." She wispered. The tension between them was thick enough to be cut with a dull knife. For weeks now they'd talked and laughed. Em never believed that she could ever know someone so well without knowin so much as their name.

Will swallowed and tugged her closer and she got off her chair, moving to sit by him on the bed. "I heard talk of them moving the hospital..." he said, twiling a long blond lock of hair between his fingers.

Em cleared her throat. "Yes, in two days. You'll be shipped to England and I'll be heading south."

"To the front?" he asked. Em only nodded.

"That's a dangerous place for a woman....and a man." he quickly added seeing the anger in his eyes. "I fear I have a confession to make....I think I'm falling in love with you."

"...You don't even know me."