***THIS IS JUST GETTING PATHETIC. Prolly not historically correct but the info was conflicting. T.T
When Alek woke, his head pounded. Opened his eyes and had to squeeze them shut again. The light was bright. He sat up and ran a hand through his short hair. He felt a twinge in his wrist. He winced then remebered what had happened. He looked at it. It was covered in bloodstained guaze, constricting his wrist so tightly he could barely move his fingers.
"Hey, Hans!" came Dylan's voice. "You feeling OK now?" Alek blinked once.
"Yeah," he said. "Where's Vol-" he stopped himself then corrected, "Clemens and Dr. Barlow?"
"A couple rooms down," the boy answered sitting next to him. "You veins are overactive. You practically bled a river!"
"Really?" Alek looked at his wrist again, feeling lightheaded.
"You should've seen the state those we were in!" laughed Dylan. "I reckon we looked a mess! I was scared out of my wits! You just didn't stop bleeding! Mr. Misana was spazzing out at all the blood and Dr. Barlow was so mad at Mr. Forell! And Clemens! He was quite the sod!"
"I'll bet he was," murmured Alek. He wasn't angry. The man had made a honest mistake. He just hoped it wouldn't happen again.
"Do you know what they're talking about?" he asked.
"Aye! The Austrian ship Kaiserin Elisabeth or something. And how the Germans and the Japanese are having something of a squabble in a colony the Germans have in China," he said then his expression saddened. "Lots of civilians being slaughtered in the crossfire. It's pure dead horrible."
"It is," agreed Alek. "The Kaiserin Elisabeth is a protector cruiser." His brow furrowed. "What would she be doing here?" Dylan shrugged.
"I don't know but," he said clambering to his feet. "I do figure you should came with me, to show them your better now. C'mon." The boy seized Alek's good wrist and hauled him to his feet and dragged him out the door.