The Awakening {Jason Kolchek X Fem!reader}

F O U R

I sat upright, coughing a cloud of dust from my lungs, as I rolled onto my knees, and began coughing some more. I could barely breathe, my mouth was bone dry, and my throat felt like clay.

I felt pain in my ankle, and a slight burning sensation in my right arm, but I couldn't deal with those right now. I needed to sort out my biggest issue, which was my airways clogged with dirt.

I spotted my Medical bag a few metres away from me, and awkwardly crawled over to it, and rummaged through, pulling my flask out from inside of it.
I drank back a few mouthfuls of cool water, and felt somewhat relieved when the coughing eased, and my ability to breathe, returned.

I put my flask back, and took the opportunity to check out my surroundings.

I was in a rather narrow cave, with only one path leading forwards. It looked as though I would have dropped about forty feet, although it was hard to know for sure.

If I had been knocked unconscious on impact, it must not have been for long, because there was still bright sunlight shining through the holes above.

I spotted something in the dirt and rubble right beside me, and uncovered it, to see that it was the pistol from earlier.

The image of the man coughing up blood, before falling to the ground in a heap; played over in my mind, as a large wave of guilt, and nausea took over.

I was a Medic. I had dedicated my education and my life, to finding ways of helping others... Now here I was, with a strangers blood on my hands; metaphorically speaking, of course.

And then realisation hit me...

I was alone, with no survival or combat training, whatsoever; and I wasn't even given an earpiece or torch. I had no way to contact the others, and I had no light to look for a way out.

"What. The. Fuck?" I muttered. I was angry, scared, and isolated. What was I suppose to do, exactly?

After coming to the conclusion that there were no enemy Soldiers threatening my life, and I wasn't in any immediate danger from my current stone surroundings; I took the time to examine my ankle and arm.

On closer inspection, I found that my ankle was, in fact, sprained. I couldn't do a hang of a lot for it, other than wrap some compression tape around it, and grin and bare the pain.
Luckily, my arm was merely grazed. I spent a few minutes cleaning it with cotton swabs and cool water, knowing that I should leave the peroxide for more serious injuries. I then wrapped my arm with gauze. There would be a nice bruise formed tomorrow, but it would be fine within a week.

I packed up my supplies, and awkwardly stood to my feet, wincing at the pain in my ankle. At first, I thought I'd end up back on the ground; however, I was able to balance myself. A few deep breaths later, the pain subsided enough to be able to walk on it.

"JASON? NICK?" I called out, but I got no answer. Just fantastic.

I tried not to think about, Jason. The last time I saw him, he was being held at gunpoint. I prayed he was okay, even though he was an annoying, arrogant ass.

I went in the only direction I could, squinting my eyes to see in the darkness. Occasionally I'd find another hole in the caves, that would let sunlight in through the top, and allow me to see; but it was very rarely.

I didn't know how long I had been walking, but I definitely knew I had heard a noise in the distance, and my body immediately tensed. Could it have been a wild animal? Or an Iraqi Soldier?

I pulled my knife from its sheath, and thanked my lucky stars that I hadn't lost it in the fall. It was my only source of defence right now... other than the gun, but I refused to use it ,again.