Susannah POV
My recovery went well, and I was up and about in a few days, which was good, because we were marching in four days. I wasn't really sure if we- the women- would march, or ride horses, or what. I didn't want to ask in case it was an obvious answer that I overlooked. Major Davis was fully recovered quite quickly as well.
When I had seen that it was Major Davis who almost ran me over, I was both awestruck and grateful- grateful because I knew he would be able to guide me to the tents. His chivalry in giving his heavy jacket to me was another thing about him that just seemed perfect. And when he whispered in my ear, I almost collapsed again, if not for his arms keeping me up.
I planned to find Major Davis so that I could thank him and to yell at him for what he had done the other night. Instead, he found me just before I had planned to set out. I was alone in my tent when he came in. He stood far away, near the door of the tent, I believe so that if anyone came in, they wouldn't think anything. I found myself wanting to close the gap between us and embrace him. I knew my feelings for him were escalating.
He opened his mouth to talk, and then closed it before he began, "Miss Shaw, I'm sorry for almost running you over the other night, but I'm glad no harm has come to you." "Please," I said, thinking about how he always called me Miss Shaw, "Call me Susannah. And I accept your apology, but I really should be thanking you. If you hadn't helped me to the hospital, I would probably be sick or dead."
"And furthermore," I continued with a smile, "I think this happens much too often, me being in trouble, you rescuing me, and me saying thank you." I thought about how many times that had happened in the time I had known him. It was a semi frequent occurrence. "So, next time do you want me to leave you in distress? Let you get up by yourself and run away wishing I had done something to help you?" he teased. I didn't respond, and he took my answer as a "no." He walked towards the tent flap and gave me one last smile and said "Susannah," before ducking out.
My heart fluttered and I could not stop smiling. I sat down and tried to regain myself so that I could think this out rationally. Okay, so I liked him more than I wished to admit. But he was a Confederate soldier… that doesn't mean that he believed in their cause, right? He could've been drafted into the army, with no choice but to go. He was probably twenty years old, so that put him in the age range for drafted soldiers. I had never heard him talk about fighting, unlike the other men to whom that was the only subject. As far as I knew, all he did was deliver letters to other units and camps.
He would be gone for a long time when he did this, longer than it would take the average person. I wondered where he would go during this time. Was there another camp that I did not know of? Or, was there a girl? It couldn't be that, not with the way he acted towards me… Yet still I worried. If there was another camp, then I really would not mind except that it would keep him away from me. If, however, he was off flirting with a girl, then I would be bothered. I had this strange feeling when I thought about that and realized that it was jealousy. I knew then and there that Major Davis was special because I had never felt jealousy in my life and now it came over me as I imagined him with an imaginary girl. I hoped that he wouldn't be offended by my asking questions of him because that is exactly what I planned to do.