The Truth

Chapter 2

Alex:

I am sitting on my bunk bed in my tent, when James comes running in.

I stand, immediately sensing something is wrong. "What is it?"

"It's Henley," he says.

My face pales. "Is she ok," I ask?

"You better come and see for yourself," he says.

He runs out the door, I follow him. A helicopter lands in the distance. As soon as it lands they pull someone out on a back board. I follow James over to the helicopter. When I get about ten feet away I stop. There on the backboard is a very pale girl. She has shrapnel in her thigh, a gash in her head with a steady trickle of blood, first degree burns on her arms, and she's unconscious. But she isn't a stranger to me. It's Henley.

We carry Henley into Cash and put her on a stretcher. We wheel her into the OR room. I try to pass the surgeon, but he stops me.

James hand falls on my shoulder and he steers me toward the two chairs outside the room where Henleys at.

"She'll be ok," he says.

I just pray that he's right.

After what feels like forever, the door to Henley's room opens and the surgeon comes out.

"Alex," he says.

I stand and say, "yes sir."

He smiles, "Henley is going to be just fine," he tells me. He gives me a pat on the shoulder and walks down the hall.

I fall in the chair with relief.