After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

A Helping Hand

"Mrs. Y/N?", a bright flashlight shone in her face, lighting up her features making her squeeze her eyelids together tighter. Slowly, she flutters her eyes open, squinting them and placing her hand out in front of her face in attempt to dull and adjust to the blinding luminescent faced in her direction.

"Yeah?", she manages to speak in a groggy voice. The scratchiness in her throat prominent to make it as it was early morning.

"The captain sent me. He wants you on the mission today as a flight nurse ma'am", the soldier explains, turning off the flashlight and placing it back into his pant pockets.

The girl cozied up in her bed and nods, dreading the moment she will have to pull the covers off of her body as the cold air from the room was already sending goosebumps down her arms. "Alright, I'll be out soon."

The soldier turns around after hearing her response and walks out of her cabin leaving her alone to get ready. She throws her blankets off her body exposing herself to the cool air that nipped at her skin. A shiver runs down her spine when she sits up, now sending the goosebumps from her arms all the way down her body. Standing up, she reaches into her dresser, pulling out her fleece-lined uniform and slipping it onto her body, already feeling the warmth seep back into her. After putting on and lacing up her black combat boots and tying up her hair, she heads to the front door grabbing her beige jacket with the bright red and white cross patch on the sleeve.

The damp, crisp morning air hits her nose as she's walking down the path to the captain's office, leaving behind a rosy hue over her cheeks and nose. Looking around at the other cabins that surrounded the path she walked down, she can see all the grumpy looks plastered on the pilot's faces, the dull sound of arguing with one another over the smallest issues not wanting to be disturbed for missions. The things you have to put up with for war.

Y/N knocks on the captain's dark wooden office door, the rough wood scratching against her knuckles as she hears a muffled 'come in' from the other side. She wraps her hand around the cool brass doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open, walking inside and closing the door behind her.

Standing at attention in front of her superior who leaned over his desk, head in his hand, filing through what looked to be as routes for today's mission. "Good morning captain", she greets with a slight bow of her head, keeping her arms behind her back.

Looking up from the paperwork, a smile comes across his features as he focuses his attention on the girl. "Ah, Y/N. I assume the officer filled you in on why I called you in this morning."

She nods her head, remembering the earlier conversation she shared with the man she had in her room. "Is it more dangerous than the others, sir? It is quite rare that you do call me in for the flight nurse position."

The captain takes a sip of his coffee, letting out a sigh of contempt before placing the mug back down on his metal desk. "Well, not exactly. Every mission is dangerous, though the one who was originally on call left on maternity leave, so you'll be covering for her quite frequently."

"I understand, sir."

"Shall we go say good morning to the boys?"

She smiles back standing at ease now, "We shall."

He stands up, brushing off his uniform and straightening it out, grabbing the maps and files from his desk and moving around it. He makes his way out the door, his shoes clicking behind him with each step he took. Y/N follows right behind him as they walk the graveled path to the conference room, where the men would be situated.