Daisy | Simon Riley

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She remembered the whomp of a helo's blades above her, the sound so loud she thought maybe it was painful.

It was painful. Her head felt like it was going to explode with every passing second.

And then there was the burning across her body.

But then she was somewhere else... in a medical room possibly. The nurses around her noticed she was awake and began asking her questions.

Drew didn't realize the questions weren't in English and that's why she couldn't understand. All she knew was the words that tumbled from her mouth were slurred, not forming properly.

She wasn't sure if she'd even said anything because the next she remembered, she was coming to in a new room. Her brain was considerably clearer, and the events that had landed her in the hospital immediately rocked her.

"Shit," she breathed, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth. Her eyes scanned around the room, trying to orient herself.

Was this the base?

No, she had been airlifted.

Where was Simon? He was with her; he was trying to keep her quiet because those people were attacking—was he alright?

Were the others?

The heart monitor beeped erratically, and she looked beside her, finding what she hoped was the call button.

She pushed onto her elbows trying to orient herself, trying to find answers, but she hissed at the pain that radiated across her body, as if no square inch was safe from injury.

When the nurse finally came in, her eyes grew in worry and she shook her head. "No, no, stay," she said, accent thick as she moved to her bedside. Her hands wrapped around a remote before the back moved up so Drew could sit.

"Where am I?"

"You are at a hospital," the woman reassured, "you had surgery."

Her eyes snapped down to herself as if she could see her wounds through the medical gown. "What happened to everyone?"

"There was... an explosion, many people were hurt. Some were brought here, others to other hospitals," she explained.

"Simon Riley, was he brought here?"

She shook her head, "I do not know," she said gently.

"Kyle Garrick? Johnney MacTavish? John Price? Justin Parker?"

"I do not know, miss Farrell. But I was told someone is here for you," she added. "Is it alright if they come in?"

"Yes," she nodded eagerly.

"You are feeling alright? Are you in pain?"

"I'm fine, please just send them in," she insisted.

"Alright, I will be back."

It must be someone from the base, someone to explain what was happening. At least she hoped it would be; not knowing if anyone else was hurt was gut wrenching. She wasn't even sure what had actually happened; everything was a blur of pain and fear.

The minutes that ticked by were accented by the clock on the wall, the sound like hammer strikes to her nerves. She didn't know what was taking so long, but she hoped whoever was coming had a phone so she could call and make sure everyone was alright.

When the door finally opened, the nurse stepped in, followed by a hulking figure that had her heart skipping.

She let out a heavy breath, eyes burning at the sight of Simon.