The Soldier blinked wondering how he gotten so lucky that an angel came to take him away from the pain of the cursed machine. When the pain receded, he realized the angel was just a woman. But what a woman. Slender and petite, she was the epitome of femininity. The fine, delicate features of her face was scrunched up in anger but he could tell she had a dainty nose, full plush lips, and the neck of a swan. The Soldier watched as the surgeon angrily tore off her surgical cap. Wavy hair rippled down her back like a river of black silk. Turning she caught sight of him staring wide eyed and she immediately softened. Walking towards him, she introduced herself in a calming voice. "I'm sorry about all of that. I'm not usually threatened by a living mountain. My name is Eclypsa Delalune, how may I help you today?"

The Soldier blinked at her.

She blinked back.

"Ok, fine. I'm going to do a basic physical. Sit up straight please." Dr. Delalune reached for his arm and the Soldier instinctively grabbed her wrist in a bruising grip. Dr. Delalune calmly but firmly explained. "Let me go, I'm only going to take your pulse. I apologize I should have warned you first." The Soldier let her wrist go untrustingly. The doctor tried again. "May I touch you?" He nodded and she grabbed his wrist with cool hands and put 2 fingers on his wrist.

"Good, strong heart beat." She then took a small flashlight out and shone it right into his his left eye. In the same calm voice she said, "Look straight at me please." The Soldier complied and eyes the color of lapis lazuli met amethyst ones. He noticed her eyes were a vivid purple with dark blue flecks in them surrounded by black velvety lashes. He's never seen eyes like that in his long life.

"Follow my finger with your eyes please." The Soldier dutifully did as he was told. "Hmm. Mild concussion," the surgeon muttered. Unwrapping her stethoscope from around her neck, she asked the Soldier to take off his shirt. Dr. Delalune felt him tense as the cold metal met his bare chest.

"Deep breath in...now out." She moved the stethoscope to his back and asked him to repeat the breath.

He could smell her perfume and mix of sweet floral and dark spice, a heady, intoxicating smell. He could feel the warmth of her body in contrast to the coolness of the stethoscope.

"Hmm crackly. Have you been injured recently in the chest or stomach? She asked. The Soldier nodded and pointed to his chest.

"But no bruising. How?"

Silence.

"Fine. 20 questions it is. Were you sick? Were you underwater? Were you drinking and laughing at the same time?" Each of her questions were met with a curt head shake. Frustrated, she exploded, "I don't know how to help you if I don't know how you got all this fluid in your lungs! We're trapped in here so I can't even get more tests done! Just tell me what happened!"

In the same flat, expressionless monotone the Soldier said. "Electrocution."

For the first time their eyes met and it seemed like was looking at him. Actually looking at him instead of through him and her unique purple eyes were filled with a mix of horror, curiosity, and pity.