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HELL IS WHERE THOMAS FOUND HIMSELF RESTING AS HE SLOWLY REGAINED CONCIOUSNESS. As his senses returned to him, loud coughs and snores reached his ears - some nearby others further away from him, almost as if the room he was in was bigger than he originally expected. There was an odd stench, causing a furrow in the man's brow as his eyes fluttered open and rapidly scanned his field of vision, quickly coming to the realization that he was located in a field hospital.
Hell was the war. And Thomas was alive.
The man laid on an uncomfortable cot, a thin sheet covering him. His head was pounding, and to make matters worse, his pillow seemed to be filled with rocks. His only solace was the sound of soft mumbling that came from his bedside. It was peaceful and soft, a honeyed tone that soothed his mind and thoughts.
"I...N...G..." The feminine voice spelled out, before humming approvingly. "Nine letter word across: Historic region of Scotland... The highlands, of course!"
A soft but delighted chuckle came from the woman besides him. It was such a hauntingly beautiful sound that Thomas ignored the sting of pain that rang throughout his body as he turned his head to face in her direction, supressing a wince. Just as his blue eyes widened, his lips parted in awe as he took in the woman at his bedside.
The young woman was seated her legs crossed, her white skirt raising slightly at her calves, giving him a view of her olive toned skin. His eyes raised to see a newspaper folded open on her lap, as her dainty hand scribbled in - what Thomas assumed - were the letters for the crossword she was working on. The man watched as she raised her pen, bringing it between her ruby red lips, latching onto it with her pearly white teeth. Her arched brows furrowed in concentration; it was clear she was deeply focused on the puzzle. She didn't even notice the escaped dark tendrils of hair from the ribbon that held her hair into a bun over her head, those same strands that coincidentally framed her face suitably.
Despite the pounding in his head and the pain shooting through his body, Thomas was but a man: it was impossible for him to not appreciate the heavenly woman by his side. He had thought the angel was a figment of his imagination, a dream; turns out the divine woman he had seen from above very real.
"Hm," The nurse mumbled once again. Thomas watched in quiet amusement as she continued working on the newspaper. "Five letters across - female equivalent of a colt, uh, mare? No, that's four letters. Mhm,-"
"-It's a filly, love," Thomas whispered, provoking the woman to yelp in surprise, her eyes wide as she clearly did not expect to receive an answer from the 'inconscient' patient.
"Fuckin' hell!" The woman gasped, her hand rose to her chest, feeling her heart beat faster at the fright the man gave her. Thomas couldn't help a genuine smile from growing on his features, as a soft chuckle escaped his lips; never in a million years had he expected the angelic creature who seemed so sweet and innocent utter vulgarities like a sailor. The amused sound emitted from the patient made her look down at her newspaper in embarrassment, glad that the dim light in the room would conceal the growing blush that grew from her cheeks to the tip of her ears.
