**from Tarantino's film 'Inglorious Basterds', I own nothing except my Original Character**
**oc x wicki,**
Aldo grinned as he looked as his men, showing them the profile for their new field medic. "Well boys, that'll do."
Azalea called the hospital almost as soon as the two were admitted. Wilhelm was okay, stitches and a lot of healing time were needed. He was conscious whenever he was given blood since he had lost quite a bit. The same could not be said about Hugo. He was in critical condition, on the verge of hardly making it. He had been rushed into surgery. Azalea's nerves were shot worrying about them.
It had been a full day, the shower hardly helped calm her. She called every hour to check on them, the nurses grew quite irritated with her, but updated her none the less. Wicki was awake and fairly stable, but she didn't have the heart to talk to him over the phone. Without Aldo knowing, she had snuck off to the hospital. Surprisingly, they had allowed her into both rooms. Wicki was ecstatic to see her, and she broke down crying the minute she saw him. His entire torso bandaged, but he was alive. He was pale, blankets draped on him. Her poor love.
She held his hand, talking to him for an hour or two.
"What about Operation Kino? Do you know what's all going to happen?" She smiled and shook her head. "You just worry about resting, besides, you never know who's listening." The redhead whispered as a doctor slowly walked away from the room.
"No, I want you to give me an idea of what's going to happen Azalea. For my sake, I need to know." She sighed, propping her chin up with her hand as she leaned to his ear, making it look like she was holding him.
"We're blowing the theater sky high. Gonna shoot Hitler in the face a couple times, and end the war tonight." His eyes widened in disbelief. "You really think it'll be over?" Azalea nodded, and kissed him.
"I never got to tell you, but I love you Wilhelm. I just want you to know that." His demeanor changed. "Oh hasi I love you so much, I'm so glad you finally- wait. Why say this now? Azalea, what are you not telling me?" She gently brushed it off. "I almost lost you, I can't take the chance of you never knowing how I truly feel about you." The medic got up before he could question her further. "Don't you walk out of this room. Azalea I swear to god if you don't come back, you better not be putting yourself in danger. Azalea! Get back here! Please?" Her heart broke as she walked out the door.
How did she tell him this was going to be a suicide mission?
Her next stop was Hugo's room. His EKG beeped slowly, his heart not beating as quickly as it should. He was connected to a blood bag and various other machines. "Oh, my poor baby." She was by his side, holding his cold hand. Azalea sat there in silence, holding his hand to her lips for half an hour until she finally spoke.
"I'm glad you're alive. I'm so happy. God, I was so worried when I heard the shots. But you kept your promise. Hugo I love you so much." Maybe she was delusional, it felt like his hand twitched. "All this ends tonight, for you my love. I'm gonna end it all. I promise you. I just wish you were awake, or just hear me." She sighed, peppering kisses to his hand. "I love you Hugo, but I've gotta get back. Get fast soon my love. "I-, I hope that I'll see you soon." His hand gave a little resistance when she pulled hers away. She wanted to stay, but knew it wasn't possible.
Azalea wasted no time in getting ready. Pinned her hair, put on her makeup. Hammersmark had loaned her a dress since they were close to the same size. The redhead felt so much adrenaline the entire time she was getting ready. She put on a necklace, and a fake wedding ring.
She gave herself a one over in the mirror, and did a straight shot of whiskey. Scrunching her nose, she sighed and touched the glass.
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