A/N: This is a short chapter, next one will be longer. Again, thanks for the feedback!
Chapter 3: Hurting
Now that I know that this so called hospital is actually some kind of Cylon facility I can also be fairly sure that Anders never brought me here. And that he's probably not dead either. I feel relieved. I hadn't caused another person I care about to lose his life after all.
How did I get here then? The Cylons were shooting at us and people started to run to the trees but I didn't run. I didn't react in any way. Yes, I had been shot but still I should've been at least trying to escape. So why wasn't I? Did the bullet or whatever the Cylons use to shoot people at include something that made me lose my ability to move or did I just freeze at the feeling of being hit? I'm a trained soldier, I am not supposed to freeze! I don't know what happened, I may never know for sure. So I guess by the time anybody noticed I wasn't running with them the Cylons had already grabbed me and left.
'Lee never would've left me behind.'
What? Where did that thought come from? What does Lee have to do with this? Besides, I bet he would've been running for his life just like everybody else.
'That's bull! He would've dragged me with him, wounded or not, but he never would've left without me. He would've rather died fighting right there by my side.'
Apparently my subconscious is working in overdrive and sending me these totally weird-ass thoughts. Not that they aren't true though. Now that I think of it Lee wouldn't have left me behind. He wouldn't have left me out of his radar in a situation like that. Anyway, all that is irrelevant because he wasn't there. He is somewhere on the other side of the galaxy and he has no idea that I have ever even been in trouble. Well, truth to be told, if he is thinking about me and my situation at all in his angered mind he has already correctly assumed that I am or at least have been or soon will be in trouble. That's what I do best, get in trouble, and he knows that. Frak, he probably hasn't even wasted a single thought to my direction after I jumped away right there in front of him.
These drugs they have been giving me obviously are making me sentimental. No, can't do that, I have to keep my mind focused on getting out of here. Thinking about Lee sure isn't going to help. I just still wish he were here though. Correction; no I don't. He's an ass and I'm better off without him bitching to me all the time. Yes, and if I tell that to myself often enough I might start to believe it in a hundred years or so.
TBC…