"Why not both?" REWRITE

Part 2

//Italics: Thoughts, Bold: Emphasis, Quotations: Talking, Apostrophe: Emphasis/'or'//

   I woke with a loud groan, a piercing white light shining through my eyelids. Was this heaven? 

   With my brain back awake, my senses flared to life, immediately feeling the pressure over my body and the sting in my arm.

   I jerked up, snapping my eyes open but quickly closing them again to fight against the blinding whiteness of the fluorescents hanging above me. I lifted my left arm to put it over my face, but was met with both a searing pain and a tension.

   I slowly opened my eyes once more, squinting them and glaring out through my eyelashes to look down towards my arm.

   There was a wire hanging out of me, liquids slowly seeping down into my flesh and a huge bandage wrapped around my shoulder. It was hard to move, a pounding in my head starting to form and making me dizzy again. I groaned and shut my eyes again, more worried about the pains my body was experiencing than worrying about where the hell I was.

   I laid back down, the soft sound of air whooshing around me acting as some form of comfort, even if only for a moment.

   I laid still for a moment, just breathing lightly and trying not to move too much before I heard a door creak open.

   I quickly slowed my breathing, parting my lips slightly so my nostrils wouldn't flare and it would make it look like I was still passed out.

   A set of footsteps approached where I was laying, soft sounds of friction on fabric and the clinking of metal filled my ears, giving me hope that this was a doctor, and that I wasn't kidnapped and destined to die.

   A chair was pulled up, a soft, low grunt leaving the person beside me's lips. they drew in a heavy breath before ruffling through some paper for a moment, leaving the room deathly silent besides his noises.

   And the a gentle, cool finger touched my wrist, feeling my pulse no doubt. A small device was slid over my pointer finger and the cool hand moved up to my forehead, resting against my skin for a moment before the thing on my finger made a soft beeping noise. The hand moved, and soon after so did the device.

   A muscle in my arm twitched, limbs begging to be moved after God knows how long I was out for. The person moved away, and I let my fingers flex for a moment, my eyes peeking open the smallest bit to try and get a glimpse of who was in the room with me. But I was only visited by a wall of cloth and muscle standing right in front of my face.

   I jumped, startled, but also giving away my cover of being passed out. With a noise, the wall of cloth jumped back, long, thick arms falling down from what was most likely their chest.

   "Doctor! She's awake!" The muscle turned, giving me a small glance at what the doctor was. I let my eyes flutter open completely, quickly looking up the wall of muscle to find more cloth, two big eyes peering out from behind it, staring down at me.

   I jumped again, but the fabric faced person grabbed my arm to keep me still. The doctor hurried over, the fabric faced man releasing me and stepping aside, his arms crossing back over his chest.

   "Where am I?" I asked meekly, looking up at the doctor, my eyebrows furrowing. My throat was dry, my lips chapped and my tongue felt thick. I swallowed heavily, trying to get some moisture back into my mouth, but then a hand extended, offering a glass of water to me.

   "Our base." The fabric faced man explained as I took the water from him and sipped at it, closing my eyes to savor it. It washed the taste of dirt and gunpowder away, leaving me feeling much better already.   I paused though, my eyes opening and shooting back up to meet his.

   "Who's base?" I asked back, my eyebrows once more returning to their furrowed position after they had relaxed and a worried expression on my features.

    "We're taskforce 141. Well, they're taskforce 141. I'm from KorTac." He explained, though his words didn't make much sense. All except 'Taskforce 141.'

   My eyebrows shot up and my eyes widened, my throat tightening as I accidentally choked on my water.   "The taskforce 141?" I questioned once I had righted myself, a look of astonishment growing over my expression.

   "Why the hell am I at the taskforce 141's base?" I asked myself, slightly in awe as I finally thought to look around the room I was in. It was rather bare, the walls a soft green color and the floor tiled.

   "Some of the operators found you when they answered your distress call." He replied, catching my attention again. I looked back up, only now realizing that the doctor had been taking more vitals and scribbling on a notepad. I blinked a few times before nodding my head, feeling slightly dizzy again, but this time from pure shock.

   "Wow.." I muttered, narrowing my eyes sightly before clearing my throat again. "You said you were from KorTac?" I asked, craning my neck up to meet his eyes. "Why are you at their base? Aren't you guys mortal enemies?"

   "Well, we used to be." The masked guy tilted his head and cleared his throat, a heavy German accent suddenly audible. "Not anymore. We made a deal of sorts. Now us KorTac operators are here to help with an upcoming mission." He finished, looking back down at me.

   I nodded my head slowly, still a little confused.

   "Where are my men? My team?"

   "Back at your base. Most of them weren't hurt too badly, just a few scratches."

   "Okay... Good." I sighed, nodding my head once more before looking back down into my lap. I closed my eyes again, letting that knowledge wash over me, calming my body.

   "If you don't mind me asking..." My quiet moment of piece was interrupted by the masked man, his voice slightly softer. "What's your name? Or callsign? Either will do if you don't want to share too much."

   I cleared my throat quietly, letting my eyes flutter back open as I looked around at what I was laying on.

   "Y/n. Or Vixen." I stated. I was laying on a surprisingly comfortable cot in the corner of the bright medical room, a thin but warm blanket draped over my lower half. "I'm a Lieutenant for the 'Coyote', or 122 taskforce." I added with a soft mumble, rubbing my unharmed arm and hand over the sheets of the cot beneath me before sighing quietly.

   "Interesting." Was the only thing that came out of his mouth for a moment, the room once more silent as the doctor got up and left the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click, leaving us alone.