So, because the first chapter was so disappointingly short by even my standards, I have decided to rush this next chapter out. I'm gonna try to go for the quality instead of quantity route in future, however, even though the prologue wasn't even up to snuff on either front. Anyway, let's get started.


Hans had just knocked on the door to the white building he encountered in the seemingly endless plains. He needed many things, but he was trying to go through them slowly - one at a time. He heard a light, feminine gasp from beyond the door which he firmly knocked on a moment before. This caused him to lean a bit back, the man otherwise hunched forward if anything as he barely held himself in a proper standing position. Soon enough, the door cracked open slightly as a clearly nervous woman stood on the other side - a solitary eye looking up and down the form of the tall man who was well over six feet in height.

"What do you want? Who are you?" She shakily asked, her accent clearly and undoubtibly Welsh. Yes, it was certain, he was still on the same island he was last time.

"I require medical assistance, if you can spare it..." The German said a moment later, gesturing to the gaping wound in his chest as he moved his arm to let his coat open - giving the woman an easy look.

Her face went from one of reserved and paranoid to shock and worry. For the man before her, not herself. He shouldn't be living with a hole like that in his chest... Much less standing before her and talking like it was just some kind of gash or cut in him. "Oh dear... Please, come right in, sir!" She said less than a second later, opening the door and moving out of the way. He was instantly greeted with the sight of a living room, which was decently sized. It contained a sofa, recliner, and any other bits and bobs as well as furniture that one would expect from a home like this. "Do lay down on the couch, I'll get some bandages." She didn't even offer to call for proper medical help. Was she just that kind of girl, or were they truly in the middle of nowhere? The Nazi thought this over as he limped over to, and laid down on, the couch.

He opened his coat more fully, his front from the waist up now revealed. It would be by now, waiting there for assistance from the kind woman - who was about a foot or more shorter than he - that he smirked to himself and chuckled lowly. This visit may not have been required if he hadn't given up his medical kit to that woman he shot in the cheek from Iscariot. He would hardly be in the best condition, but he'd be able to sustain himself decently enough without needing help.

"Alright... Lucky for you I used to be a nurse..." The Welsh girl would say, re-entering the living room from the stairwell going up the back wall. In one hand was a hardened plastic case of sorts, looking like some kind of emergency first aid kit to quickly grab and bring out should she need to evacuate. The eyes of the wolf followed her as she walked back into the room and around to him. He was so tall that he took up most of the couch, actually; the better part of his legs hanging over the end.

"Very lucky..." Hans replied quietly, eyes following her hand movements as they moved to softly look at the wound before she explored the insides of the trauma kit for exactly what she needed. Soon enough, out came a bottle of alcohol.

"I won't lie, this will hurt. Brace yourself." She warned, gaining a nod from the Nazi before she began sterilizing his gaping wound. He'd felt worse, but even this made the troop shiver and clench his fists. "You're doing good..." She said, delivering praise to him as she scrubbed the wound with an alcohol-soaked rag. She was as quick and gentle as she could be while still doing her job. Once the wound was sterile, she began going about the task of closing it up and bandaging it.

...

A grueling hour after the random soldier had shown up at her door, the Welsh woman had completed her mending of his injury. Once she was done, hole-like wound all covered up with an ungodly amount of gauze, she packed up the large medical kit - or what was left of it, rather - before standing and bringing it back up to where she initially got it from upstairs. In the meanwhile, the Captain, occupied with thoughts of his mate, continued to think of such things. Though these thoughts soon dwindled away to much more trivial subjects now that he wasn't in that much pain anymore.

The kind woman who just so happened to be a nurse recommended that he spend a bit of time still, just residing here in her home. He, naturally, declined this offer. Unfortunately, she was rather persistent, not to mention it was actually a good idea to stay in the mind of the Captain. For one night, at least.. She was suggesting a week, maybe longer. That would be standard for a human, but not him. Unless that silver is as powerful as he dreads it might be. No use in worrying about it now, he decided. He would go when he felt ready. Should she allow or disallow this would not matter. He was a good enough judge of his own condition, he thought. He has had his body for more than a century, after all.

So, for the time being, he just laid there and stared at the ceiling. Counting the small cracks or imperfections, thinking about whatever came to mind. It would be in the middle of his spending time with this that the owner of the house who already extended a great kindness to him timidly entered the room and snapped him out of his thought. He slightly tilted his head, fingers meshed with eachother as his hands rested on his stomach. His eyes going to look over the smaller woman.

"My name is Megan, by the way." She had said. It then dawned on Hans that he'd not introduced himself since he arrived, either. Trying to do so properly, he moved to a sitting position before standing with a low grunt. He held out a hand, offering a kind smile at the same time as he said "Mine is Hans, a pleasure. Thank you for tending to my wound, and allowing me to stay for an extended period should I need to." To be honest, he was rather embarrassed at not doing any of this earlier. That in addition to all she'd done for him - a stranger who just randomly showed up - made him quite flustered.

She took his hand in her own, gently shaking it as a smile grew on her own face at his formal introduction and thanks. Once this was done, however, he sat yet again with a sigh. "I hate to impose, but might you have a spare bedroom? I think that may suit me better than taking up your main room, here." Not wanting to be a bother, being more pleased with the idea of being out of the way, the Captain hoped that this inquiry would be answered with a yes.

Megan sighed, "Well, I do have a spare one, but it's also functioning as a storage room at current. Would that be alright with you, sir?"

Being called a sir was rare for werewolf. It tended to either be Captain, Herr, or even Hans to a select few. He nodded slowly at her speech, doing the action quicker once she was done speaking. "Yes, that would be fine. I just don't want to be in your way is all." He said flatly, his lips curled into a small smile of thanks to the circumstances.

"I can take you up there now, if you like. You should probably rest, anyway." The woman suggested, gaining a nod from the German who lumbered up to his feet yet again.

With a bit of assistance, the Captain was able to make it up the daunting flight of stairs and down the small hallway at the top. Guided by his humble host, the wounded troop was lead to the small guest bedroom and storage room. Thankfully, there was no dust to be seen, despite the room obviously being undisturbed for some time. "I think I'll take you up on that offer to get some rest." The man said once he sat on the side of the bed, testing the firmness before laying down on it and closing his eyes. Despite having just woken up in a field a bit ago, he was deathly tired.

The woman nodded at this, accepting the decision as she then said softly "Goodnight," before shutting the door. It was only mid-evening, but hey, he could sleep if he liked. For a brief period of time, the ex-Millennium officer would lie awake. He wasn't one to fall asleep in two minutes or less, and his head was full of questions. He was so lost and confused. He didn't know where he was, why he was there, what happened to everyone, and so on. He had countless questions, but he was sure that most of them would be answered as time went on. At least, after he awoke, that is.


With that, I wrap up another lazy chapter. In my defense, I was horribly tired as I wrote these, and I wrote them back-to-back. Not the best idea, but hey, I am gaining ideas for how I should make this story go on as I type this, which is good. Heres hoping you're willing to stick with it, as well as find it interesting.