Mark'd To Die
Chapter 1
A Wicked Lie
It takes two more weeks for him to make it out of the hospital and back under the mountain. That's with him not agreeing to anything the nurses and doctors asked of him. The psychiatrist they hired who asked him what exactly happened when he was in another galaxy, who he doesn't tell a damn thing to. He kept asking for her, and when he realized they would never let her out of the mountain, he started asking to go back.
They give him a warning.
General Hammond visits him as he settles back into his dorm, Jackson helping him bring in a handful of get-well flowers that decorated his private hospital room.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Son." Hammond stands solid in the middle of his room, watching as he putters around, just mobile enough to use the caneāthe same cane from a year ago. "I know you want to see her, but you need to wait until the all clear is given."
He plops down on to the side of the bed, stretching out his leg that's still a little creaky. "Which will be when, exactly?"
"The president is just going over some of the minor details. Shouldn't be longer than another week." With that, Hammond excuses himself, not noticing or caring when he doesn't stand at attention as he does.
Jackson sets the last wilting flower on top of his dresser, and turns to leave, pausing at the door to glance back over his shoulder with an ominous warning.
"Don't do anything stupid, Mitchell."
A/N: Story title borrowed from Shakespeare's Henry V. Chapter title borrowed from Shakespeare's Othello
