Confined With Security

Recovery

3 months later...

"Now, flex."

Seated in a 90 degree angle, Ares Maverick slowly lifted his arm in regards to the nurses orders. He bit back the grunt that choked into his throat, from the painful twinge erupting in his injured shoulder.

"How does that feel?" The nurse questioned, her dark brown eyes observing the patient before her. She wore dark blue scrubs, neatly ironed while her pen hovered above the clip board in her opposite arm. Her creamy mocha skin tone free from blemishes and her soft, silky black hair pulled back into a French braid.

"Much better." Ares replied. "Still quite sore, but bearable."

Abby Thompson scribbled neatly on the further progression of her patient for the past three months and sighed in success for the improvement.

"Great." She responded, a smile curving her lips. Placing the clipboard down on the side table, she leaned over her patient and helped him place on his plain, black shirt. "Now, I've written a list of daily exercises that need to be performed. Very important, so don't bother skipping a day-"

"I don't skip. Anything." Ares interrupted, slightly annoyed about being informed like a toddler. The nurse paused with a blank stare, before tugging the shirt over Ares finely, sculptured torso. Not only did she blush a little, but so did the Captain, gulping a little at the closeness of a woman.

"Yes well, good. I'm delighted to hear that." I've spoken to the doctor and he has confirmed your discharge. You may leave whenever you like."

"Thank you." Captain Ares nodded, now uncomfortable with her presence. Her smell caused him to gulp and clear his throat, hoping to not show any signs of arousal.

"Is there anyone I can call for you? Your family or - ?"

"No. Uh- no thank you. I'll be fine." Ares quickly added after his random outburst, before bending over in his bed to put on his combat boots. The feeling of removing hospital scrubs brought nothing but glory to the soldier. He knew that staying in the London hospital any longer would drive him to insanity. The meals, the atmosphere, were not even close to comforting. He felt rather healthier out in the war zone.

"Okay.." Nurse Abby drawled, tossing a stray pillow from the floor, back on to the bed. "It was nice coming to your aid for the past three months. Get well soon and do let me know if you have any further discomfort." Nurse Abby finished, standing straight before picking up her clipboard and flipping around. She almost existed the hospital room until Ares Maverick spoke up.

"Thank you. For looking after me, ma'am." He pressed his lips together, nodding at his nurse from when she turned around.

"Feel better." Nurse Abby grinned in appreciation, blushing ever so slightly before exiting one last time.

*~*~*~*

"So how are you feeling now?"

Commando Thaddeus questioned, his black dress uniform donned with earned medals and his white hat sitting on the small outdoor coffee table. He blew against the hot herbal tea in his hand, taking a small sip before placing his cup onto the matching china set saucer.

His large mansion remained steady behind him while a male butler and servant girl quietly stood beside him, warmly dressed against the autumn cold.

It had been three months since Captain Ares Maverick could sit in the cool, a warm beverage in his cold palms and the sound of productivity with his Commander. It had been too long since he could touch his bare arm, the absence of a sling and cast. He felt strong. He felt good. He was prepared, for his next mission.