Good Morning...2043?!

Chapter 30 - Boulevard of Broken Hearts [EDITED]

-Time Skip-

Tammy POV

As I remained seated in the metal chair, I could only watch as the green line on the heart monitor jumped up, and sank down, jumped up, and sank down, over and over and over again. Tubes and wires stretched across Jonathan's body like a spiderweb, and his heavily bandaged chest gently rose and fell, his eyes still firmly shut as an oxygen mask rested on his face, as it had been for the past day. And the day before that. And the day before that.

'How long has it been? A month since it happened? Two months?' I truly had no idea how long it had been, but it must've been long enough, as the constant beeping from the monitor had become a constant sound in my life, I hardly even noticed it anymore. It had surely been a week since the FIA had surrendered, their remaining forces had been left separated and without communication or coordination, as their main base of control had successfully been taken by the UF.

The human population was slowly recovering, more than 40,000 humans were rescued from the clutches of the FIA, but nearly three times that had been found deceased. Some were found practically skin and bone, barely clinging to life. Starvation, malnourishment, disease, chemical poisoning, and countless other forms of torture and neglect had left some permanently scarred, some having to undergo on-field surgery, amputating limbs that were either completely broken, filled with maggots, or thriving with infection.

The recent count had found the total population after the war was 536,385. A mere fraction of a fraction of what the population had once been. Their reactions to us were expected; Suspicion, fear, anger, terror, their weakened frames always seemed to be searching ours for ill-intent, though others had taken kindly to the shift in treatment.

A former US Marine Lieutenant, I say former due to the collapse of the US long ago, had already made a number of friends, and was even helping to identify some locations that may still have human soldiers or civilians. A female Congresswoman, who had been captured halfway into the war and was found in a torture room, befriended a member of the 31st Infantry Division, and was convincing others to put trust in us.

Slowly, improvements were being made in the human/anthro relations, and some number of civilian anthros even came forward, showing they had been taking care of a grand total of about 10,000 human civilians, through hidden communities and underground camps, the small number of humanity had been thriving under the watchful eye of anthro civilains. A law had been passed, granting humans the same rights as an anthro, granting them official citizenship to the country, and efforts were being made to reconstruct their home we had destroyed so long ago.

There were still some issues however, some small portions of the FIA had survived, and had taken it upon themselves to continue to make the trip for humans to transfer into our community as difficult as possible. Executing humans on live television, planting explosives in human refugee centers, and so much more. Luckily their numbers were drastically depleted, rarely causing any harm to humans.

The UF saw to that, constantly checking and rechecking transports, refugee camps and housing, sometimes even doing random checks, just to ensure no harm would come to the already-traumatized people. I sighed, cupping my head in my hands, as Jonathan remained motionless, still breathing, on the hospital bed. "Please Jonathan...just open your eyes..." I heard the door open, and I looked over to see a doctor step into the room.

"P-Please doc, tell me he'll be alright." "His vitals are good, and pulse seem fine. The stab wound however, it penetrated his lung and liver." I gasped, knowing how important such organs were to the body of a living being. "We were able to repair the damage to his lung and liver, but because the blade was in his body for so long, fragments of the metal entered his bloodstream."