Love Is A Battlefield (Human Husk x Reader)

With Honors

It was around 11:30 that night when the chopper came down to draft you and the wounded soldier back to the mainlands. You gave Husk all the necessary casts and bandages until you could get him to an actual hospital. You also cleaned all the dried blood and dirt off of him and doctored his wounds, and realized that he's the most handsome man you've ever seen, even with cuts and gashes all over his face and body. There was no time to admire his looks. You just had to get him back to health.
Troops, soldiers, medical personnels, sergeants, and generals all stood to the side and saluted as you and Husk made your way to the chopper. Husk couldn't walk because of his broken legs, and couldn't hold crutches because of his left arm and hand, so he had to be pushed in a wheelchair until his limbs healed. He was conscious and sitting up by himself. He was aware of everything, but still couldn't speak, only nodding and shaking his head yes and no.
You wheeled Husk to the entrance of the chopper, being stopped by two generals. The general on the left shook Husk's good hand, and presented him with the Purple Heart, Vietnam Service, and the Republic of Vietnam Campaign medal. Husk just nodded his head, due to the fact that he couldn't speak.
The general on the right shook your hand, kissed your cheek, and presented you with the Combat Medical badge. You smiled, thanked him, and made your way into the chopper as everyone gave you two a big "Hoo-rah!"

Time skip

It was close to 2:00am when you started to feel drowsy. You've been awake, and alone with your thoughts since Husk was getting some well deserved sleep. After all, he did get broken to pieces in the fields, and got his life saved by a field nurse and some other soldiers.
As soon as you started to dose off, you heard some weak coughing. You looked over to see Husk wide awake, and his weak eyes glistening in the moonlight coming from the cockpit of the chopper. You slicked his hair back with your fingers, the hair staying in place because of the sweat. You cupped his cheek and felt his rough stubble against your soft hand. "Sir, you're awake?" you quietly asked. Husk looked at you with a blank expression. He was silent for a few seconds of staring at you with that same expression, until you turned around to get him some water and some antibiotics.

"am.. am i dead?"

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. He was responsive, and you needed to stay calm.
"N-no Mr. Husk. I don't know how you're alive, but you're surely not dead. I'm the nurse that saved your life. You can call me (y/n)." You put some pills in his mouth and gave him some water to take it with. He managed to take the pills with his good hand.
"are we home yet?" Husk weakly asked. "No sir. It's gonna be a good while before we make it to Vegas" you sweetly said. "How the hell do you know where I live?" he defensively asked. "Calm down sir. I'm gonna have to take care of you until you get better. General's rules" you replied. "Ohh no the hell you're not. I can make it in my own" he refused. He went to stand up out of the wheelchair by himself, then wincing and moaning in pain as he put pressure on his legs. "Are you sure?" you sarcastically asked. He sighed in defeat.