Nightly encounters
It was late at night when Danny woke up. Outside the window the stars lit the cloudless sky.
It had taken the whole past five days for him to get over the worst pain and fever with the help of tablets and infusions, which had completely clouded his mind. Now he felt wide awake staring out the window. He looked at the stars above remembering the night on the boat before the storm had started. He wondered where Rafe was and whether he'd be flying a lot-without Danny or maybe go on another mission-without Danny as well. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind: would he ever be able to fly a fighter again?
This thought almost made him jump in bed and raised his heart rate to 150.
Upset he ran his hand through his uncombed hair.
He told himself to calm down.
He needed to get out, this endless laying in bed drove him crazy. He just wanted to get up, walk out and fly again.
What kind of looser was he to give up the fight as soon as he found a safe haven. He really had been lazy just laying in bed all the time and now he started feeling sorry for himself. That had to change -right now.
"Allright" he whispered ,while he slowly sat up, which was enough to make his vision go black.
He waited for a few moments until he saw the dimly lit room again. Then he carefully placed his bare feet onto the cold floor. Waiting another second, he finally attempted to stand up pressing his right hand to the wound in his side and he succeeded but had to hold on to a side board.
He was in incredibly bad shape for his taste because he had lost a few pounds and was now real skinny and weak.
Despite the pain in his shoulder and side, he decided to draw back the curtain and walk down the hallway.
When he finally reached the back entrance, he stepped outside in the soft night breeze, which send a few shivers down his bare back. He carefully sat down on the crate and took a deep breath of the salty breeze.
The sounds of the waves rolling onto the sand could be heard in the distance. The wind made the palm trees sway and ruffled his hair. He leaned his head back and enjoyed the night, which was so nice and peaceful.
This was good. It made him feel comfortable-almost like home.
He sat in the cool breeze listening to the sounds of the night for at least half an hour. He had slept so much in the last few days that he just couldn't sleep anymore.
A sound made him turn his head towards the exit where a the shape of a nurse appeared.
Although Danny squinted he couldn't make out who it was in the dim light. He only knew that he'd be in trouble.He thought that he could almost feel her frown.
The woman stood there for a second and then got a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. It glowed in the dark when she enhaled the smoke. Then she slowly walked over to Danny and sat down on a crate next to him.
Now Danny could see her face.
Sandra looked at Danny, then up at the stars and said in one breath: "How beautiful. You know you're not supposed to be out here, don't you?"
Danny swallowed not knowing what to respond.He was insecure whether Sandra actually liked him and let him get away with it or not.
She always seemed a bit reserved when they met and seeing her in her underwear with rolled up hair hasn't helped either.
He gave her a shy look:" Sorry."
A slight smile showed on her lips:"It's just me. I won't tell anyone-just don't pass out out here, ok?" She was amused by his shyness:"Smoke? No you don't, do you?"
Danny shook his head, which caused the healing cut on his neck to hurt and he made a face.
Sandra shrugged and said casually:"See, told you! "
Then she shoved the pack of cigarettes back in her pocket:"It's not good for you anyway, so better don't start."
A minute passed between them and they looked up at the stars again, while she blew out little clouds of smoke.
Danny smirked as they were lifted up in the air:"You`re creating new stars."
She wondered what that was supposed to mean and looked at him. Then she simply said what she thought:"Strange, hey?"
Danny looked at her:"Sorry?"
"It's strange! You know, how long have we known each other?"
Wondering what she was driving at, he slightly shook his head as if to say-I have no idea.
"Quite some time." she whispered."And in all this time we've never really talked. That's strange, don't you think?"
The young pilot had to agree:"Yes, you're right. That is strange. We always only chatted when we were a whole group. How come?"
The corners of her mouth went up but she didn't answer.
So Danny shrugged:" I don't know." The shrugging, however, turned out to be quite painful and he drew in some air:"Ouch!"
Alarmed Sandra touched his arm and asked:"You ok, Walker?"
She gave him such a concerned look through her glasses that he had to laugh:"Yeah, yeah, fine. Just don't look at me that way!"
Irritated she let go of his arm and asked:"What way?"
Now he really had to laugh and pointed at her:"Exactly that way!"
She shook her head and smiled. Then she added:"Alright, then you just don't move your head, shoulder or anything else and we'll be fine and I don't have to put that look on !"
Danny raised his eyebrows with an amused look on his face:"Alright!"
Then he added:"You're funny, you know that?"
She once again drew on her cigarette before crushing it out and asked with a slightly different worried look:"Not until you told me."
Then she mentioned:"I have to go back in." wondering why for some reason she wanted to stay out here and not go back in besides the fact that it was boring inside and a stack of paper work was lying on the desk.
Danny realised that he had actually enjoyed their little chat and he hadn't thought about Evelyn, Rafe and what they had said the other day. He couldn't get rid of the feeling that there was something they didn't tell him. What was almost worse was that he still was afraid that he might not be able to fly again. After all the demands on the pilot's abilities and health were huge. Unfortunately now all of it was present in his mind again and his eyes darkened.
Sandra slowly stood up and reached out her hand:"C'mon, I'll help you back in."
It felt strange to take her hand and have her arm around him supporting him. But it also felt very good not only because he could use some physical support but also more. It seemed to be mental support. While they were making their way down the hallway he wondered why on earth out of all the girls he knew it was her making him feel better now. Until this night he hadn't even taken great notice of her.
Maybe he was just happy not to be alone-yeah- that had to be it.
(Pearl-I hope you don't mind!)
It was late at night when Danny woke up. Outside the window the stars lit the cloudless sky.
It had taken the whole past five days for him to get over the worst pain and fever with the help of tablets and infusions, which had completely clouded his mind. Now he felt wide awake staring out the window. He looked at the stars above remembering the night on the boat before the storm had started. He wondered where Rafe was and whether he'd be flying a lot-without Danny or maybe go on another mission-without Danny as well. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind: would he ever be able to fly a fighter again?
This thought almost made him jump in bed and raised his heart rate to 150.
Upset he ran his hand through his uncombed hair.
He told himself to calm down.
He needed to get out, this endless laying in bed drove him crazy. He just wanted to get up, walk out and fly again.
What kind of looser was he to give up the fight as soon as he found a safe haven. He really had been lazy just laying in bed all the time and now he started feeling sorry for himself. That had to change -right now.
"Allright" he whispered ,while he slowly sat up, which was enough to make his vision go black.
He waited for a few moments until he saw the dimly lit room again. Then he carefully placed his bare feet onto the cold floor. Waiting another second, he finally attempted to stand up pressing his right hand to the wound in his side and he succeeded but had to hold on to a side board.
He was in incredibly bad shape for his taste because he had lost a few pounds and was now real skinny and weak.
Despite the pain in his shoulder and side, he decided to draw back the curtain and walk down the hallway.
When he finally reached the back entrance, he stepped outside in the soft night breeze, which send a few shivers down his bare back. He carefully sat down on the crate and took a deep breath of the salty breeze.
The sounds of the waves rolling onto the sand could be heard in the distance. The wind made the palm trees sway and ruffled his hair. He leaned his head back and enjoyed the night, which was so nice and peaceful.
This was good. It made him feel comfortable-almost like home.
He sat in the cool breeze listening to the sounds of the night for at least half an hour. He had slept so much in the last few days that he just couldn't sleep anymore.
A sound made him turn his head towards the exit where a the shape of a nurse appeared.
Although Danny squinted he couldn't make out who it was in the dim light. He only knew that he'd be in trouble.He thought that he could almost feel her frown.
The woman stood there for a second and then got a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. It glowed in the dark when she enhaled the smoke. Then she slowly walked over to Danny and sat down on a crate next to him.
Now Danny could see her face.
Sandra looked at Danny, then up at the stars and said in one breath: "How beautiful. You know you're not supposed to be out here, don't you?"
Danny swallowed not knowing what to respond.He was insecure whether Sandra actually liked him and let him get away with it or not.
She always seemed a bit reserved when they met and seeing her in her underwear with rolled up hair hasn't helped either.
He gave her a shy look:" Sorry."
A slight smile showed on her lips:"It's just me. I won't tell anyone-just don't pass out out here, ok?" She was amused by his shyness:"Smoke? No you don't, do you?"
Danny shook his head, which caused the healing cut on his neck to hurt and he made a face.
Sandra shrugged and said casually:"See, told you! "
Then she shoved the pack of cigarettes back in her pocket:"It's not good for you anyway, so better don't start."
A minute passed between them and they looked up at the stars again, while she blew out little clouds of smoke.
Danny smirked as they were lifted up in the air:"You`re creating new stars."
She wondered what that was supposed to mean and looked at him. Then she simply said what she thought:"Strange, hey?"
Danny looked at her:"Sorry?"
"It's strange! You know, how long have we known each other?"
Wondering what she was driving at, he slightly shook his head as if to say-I have no idea.
"Quite some time." she whispered."And in all this time we've never really talked. That's strange, don't you think?"
The young pilot had to agree:"Yes, you're right. That is strange. We always only chatted when we were a whole group. How come?"
The corners of her mouth went up but she didn't answer.
So Danny shrugged:" I don't know." The shrugging, however, turned out to be quite painful and he drew in some air:"Ouch!"
Alarmed Sandra touched his arm and asked:"You ok, Walker?"
She gave him such a concerned look through her glasses that he had to laugh:"Yeah, yeah, fine. Just don't look at me that way!"
Irritated she let go of his arm and asked:"What way?"
Now he really had to laugh and pointed at her:"Exactly that way!"
She shook her head and smiled. Then she added:"Alright, then you just don't move your head, shoulder or anything else and we'll be fine and I don't have to put that look on !"
Danny raised his eyebrows with an amused look on his face:"Alright!"
Then he added:"You're funny, you know that?"
She once again drew on her cigarette before crushing it out and asked with a slightly different worried look:"Not until you told me."
Then she mentioned:"I have to go back in." wondering why for some reason she wanted to stay out here and not go back in besides the fact that it was boring inside and a stack of paper work was lying on the desk.
Danny realised that he had actually enjoyed their little chat and he hadn't thought about Evelyn, Rafe and what they had said the other day. He couldn't get rid of the feeling that there was something they didn't tell him. What was almost worse was that he still was afraid that he might not be able to fly again. After all the demands on the pilot's abilities and health were huge. Unfortunately now all of it was present in his mind again and his eyes darkened.
Sandra slowly stood up and reached out her hand:"C'mon, I'll help you back in."
It felt strange to take her hand and have her arm around him supporting him. But it also felt very good not only because he could use some physical support but also more. It seemed to be mental support. While they were making their way down the hallway he wondered why on earth out of all the girls he knew it was her making him feel better now. Until this night he hadn't even taken great notice of her.
Maybe he was just happy not to be alone-yeah- that had to be it.
(Pearl-I hope you don't mind!)