I'll Come Back, Always

Chapter 30

*Extremely short update*
Lorenzo's POV

The fuck is happening, and why does it feel like my body, more so my head just got ran over by a tank? And where in the world am I?

Opening my eyes, I found myself to be laying down in a white room, simple decoration is placed around the small room with a plant in the corner. natural light shone through from the see through curtains on the window. Okay, what happened?

I slowly sat up and properly looked around the room, with my head spinning and intense pain on my outer lower chest. And what in the world am I wearing? A pillow case (it's not), blue and white stripes?

Suddenly the door opened as an elderly woman walked through, she gasped in surprise as she saw me awake. I guess she knows me but I have absolutely no idea who she is. But she might know what has happened to me. Cause the last thing I remember, is the surrendering ceremony.

Oh shit, the surrendering ceremony!

I was supposed to go back to the building and proceed with the ceremony, but I decided to go look in that forest and deal with a couple punks who were probably trying to mess with the ceremony. And then, I'm here.

"Oh, you're finally awake." The lady walked over and smiled at me.

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry if I troubled you or anything." She just chuckled and shook her head at what I said.

"Oh, it's fine young man. Instead I should probably be asking you if you're okay, because my husband just found you unconscious in the woods while bleeding from this wound below your chest, you should be lucky you aren't dead." I know right, imagine how Roseanne would react if I actually died. Oh shit, Roseanne!

Once the ceremony is over, everyone will be slowly returning home and this recovering and reconstruction project will begin, so if everyone slowly returns home and I am missing, Roseanne being the journalist that she is will certainly notice, and then news will come out that I disappeared or died. She'll be heart broken.

"You found me?" I asked her.

"Oh, not me. My husband did, he was out hunting and then he came across you. just lying cold on the ground." she sat down on a chair in the room near the bed while speaking.

"If you don't mind, then can you tell me where I am, what country I am in, and just, where am I in general?" I asked her.

"Well, first of all, you are in my house." she let out a slight laugh. "In Blaketown, a small town in Chorona, near the borders of both countries."

"Wait, I'm in Chorona?" The hell? I can't be in Chorona, I have to get back.

"You sure are young man, and don't think that I don't know who you are, you're one of the generals from Altaria." She said.

"Wait, you knew? Then why did you guys still take me in?" I'm confused, she could have just told her husband to leave me there to die, or her husband could have just ignored my unconscious body. Why would they even help me when they knew that I was an enemy to their country.

"Not everyone living within a country has to agree with the choices their governments make. They decided to attack first, and since we are near the borders our lives haven't been peaceful in a couple years, or at least whenever the war started." She sat back in the chair, seeming to be more relaxed. "Plus, before I retired I was a nurse, it's by job to save people and you should't be any different."

I smiled a little, but I should still keep my guard up, you never know if someone is lying or not. And being in a vulnerable state does not help one bit. And I need to get back to Roseanne as soon as possible.

"Oh shoot." My eyes widened. Roseanne is waiting for me at home, and since the others probably already went back, that means she probably thinks that I died or went missing. God, I feel so guilty, I promised her I will safely go back home, and I'm pretty sure I mentioned something about being on time to her as well. I guess I just broke a promise. I almost forgot about that, again.

"Is something wrong, young man?" The old lady asked me, giving me questioning look. Yeah, I would honestly do the same.

"Um," Should I tell her, I mean, I guess she could be trusted, for now at least. "It's just, my wife is waiting for me at home."

"And you want to get back as soon as possible?" She raised her brow, staring straight into my eyes. Geez, this woman reminds me of my grandma, and I have no idea if that is a good thing or bad thing. I just nodded, I mean, who wouldn't? "You must really love your wife huh." She chuckled.

I frowned, where in the world did that come from?

"Well, unfortunately with your condition. It's not that easy." She gave me a sad smile. What in the world? What does she mean by that? I mean, I am in pain, but how badly was I injured?

"May I ask," I paused for a bit as she stared right back at me. "what happened to me. Because all I remember, or at least for now is blacking out in the middle of the forest following a loud noise."

"Oh god dear," she exclaimed. " you were shot."

"What!?" I exclaimed back, but obviously people who are severely injured shouldn't be screaming, because it hurts, probably more than hell. I held my chest letting out a groan, should probably keep comments like these to myself the next time. Lesson definitely learned.

The old woman snickered. "Well, you definitely haven't been through major injuries before." She came and helped me lay back down. Haha, good observations, I guess.

"How am I not dead?" I asked, but more to myself.

"That is a great question, I was asking the same thing when my husband brought you home. You were soaking in dry blood, which sounds kind of ironic, face pale covered in blood." I grimaced, that sounds horrifying to look at, how was she not mortified? "Oh, and your uniform. I don't think it could be worn anymore."

Great to know, but it was about time to get a new one anyways. My uniform is the least of my concerns right now, I made sure to leave the important badges either at home or in the boxes with my personal belongings.

"How long was I out for?" I asked again, she's probably already sick of the questions. But I need to know, I have the rights to, right?

"Roughly a week." I frowned again, what in the world!? "You should feel lucky, normal people either are out for 3 weeks at least, or will die on the spot. Your body healed quicker."

"Um, thank you?" I replied back.

"Of course," She flashed a quick smile. "Now, you should continue resting, I'm sure your wife wouldn't want to see you looking like Frankenstein when you get home." She turned and was walking out the room.

"Wait!" I called out, making sure not to hurt myself though. She only turned around and waited for me to continue. "I never really asked for your name, and after all the things you've done for me, I think I should know."

She just chuckled. "Lorelie, my husband's name is Sven if you were also wondering about that."

I just smiled. "Thank you, Lorelie."

She flashed me a quick smile before walking out and closing the door behind her. I sighed and leaned back down, what am I supposed to do now? Wait till I fully heal to actually leave, I don't think living in someone else's house is very practical though.

But, since I just woke up and the sun hasn't fallen yet, maybe I should try to find something to do. And maybe that would help me think of something, sitting up, I scanned my surroundings. Or rather, the room I'm staying in.

A dim night lamp on a wooden beside table. It looks new considering the house is owned by an old married couple, aren't things supposed to seem vintage, or something like that? It even had a sticker on it, that looks oddly familiar?

I reached over and surprisingly enough, the sticker wasn't even fully on the surface. Just, there. It looked as if it were torn from a larger piece, with a shining gold border. As I closely looked at it, it was cut off from a drawing, one that I couldn't really picture, and at that moment I realized something.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself. "Just knew I shouldn't have trusted that easily."