Good Morning...2043?! [EDITING]

Chapter 31 - In A Sea Of Grief, A Spark Of Hope⭐️

Jonathan POV

Floating. Not sitting, not falling, just floating. Pitch blackness simply surrounded me. There wasn't really an up or a down, just...existing. As I simply drifted around the abysmal plain, I couldn't help but wonder where I was, or when it was. Did it matter? It didn't seem it was day or night, and any shouts or noises I tried to make simply echoed around, no one answering. I looked around, suddenly seeing a door frame, floating towards me. 'The heck?' I waited, the metal door eventually reaching me, and I latched on, pulling the handle down and swinging it open. Inside, I saw myself, attached to numerous medical lines and tubes. An oxygen mask covered my face, and the heart monitor beeped steadily. Looking around, I saw I was suddenly in the medical wing, and I suddenly noticed a figure sitting in a chair, facing my unconscious state.

'Tammy...' I could see the pain and anguish in her eyes, and she occasionally looked at the monitor, mostly fixated on my body however. "Tammy?" I heard my voice echo, and I tried to put my hand on her shoulder, only for my hand to phase straight through her. "The hell?" I tried waving my hand in front of her watery gaze, but to no avail. "Am I..." "God Jonathan, why can't you just wake up?" I looked up from my semi-transparent arms, seeing Tammy stand, kneeling at the bedside. Clasping my bandaged hand in hers. "Please...just a sign..." I saw the monitor spike, and I suddenly saw dozens upon dozens of gold-colored strings appear on my ghost-like form, leading to the unconscious form on the gurney. I felt a tickley feeling, as if a thousand cats were brushing up against me all over, and I felt a gentle tugging. I allowed myself to be pulled forward, and the strings gave a sudden yank, and I fell forward into my physical body.

Tammy POV

"Please...just a sign..." I suddenly heard a beep from the heart monitor, and I whipped over, seeing numbers and charts spiking up, and I felt the hand I was holding tighten slightly. I gasped softly, turning to see the familiar gaze of the man I loved so dearly. "Hey..." His raspy voice, barely a whisper, just barely reached my ears, and I leaned forward, resting my chin on the side of the bed. "Hey, I-I didn't think you'd ever...w-wake up." "Well-" He coughed softly. "I'm awake now...you know what I need?" He weakly motioned me forward, and I leaned forward, until my ears was directly in front of him. "I need a fucking burger." I felt new tears replace the ones already present on my face, ones of joy. I jumped forward onto the gurney, embracing him tightly, and he grunted softly.

"Still sensitive..." "Good, it means you're alive." I cried softly, and I felt him slowly bring his arms around me. "D-Don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere." "Especially not after that scare." I gently caressed his head, and I brought my head off him shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Hi." "Hey." "If you're about to do something indecent, at least ensure the room is empty." I whipped around, seeing the Medical Superintendent looking unimpressed at the door. "Nope, not about to do anything like that." "Good. I see he's finally awoken. I'll alert the General, you catch him up on recent events." The Superintendent left, leaving me and Jonathan alone again. "'Recent events?' Care to share?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well..."

-Time Skip-

Jonathan POV

"Damn! All that happened in the time I was out? Talk about drastic improvements..." "Yeah, and more FIA personnel are being captured every day, most of them being tried as war criminals." "Good, They deserve so much worse than death." I lied back in the gurney, looking up at the ceiling. "Guess this means the war is over, no more need to fight an opponent thats already everything but confirmed destroyed." "Yup, we're going home." I blinked. "Home...I'm not sure I have a home to even got back to..not anymore at least..." The reality of my situation came back. I didn't belong here, yet there wasn't an immediate solution, so probably best to let it go. The door swung open, and Marcus, Ash, and the General entered. "Damn! I thought you were just gonna take an eternal nap dude!" "Naw, too boring." I suddenly remembered something important, something incredibly, stupidly important I couldn't believe that it had slipped my mind. "T-The HVTs, did you get em all?" "Yup, minus the one you ended up killing, not that she didn't deserve it though." Ash chuckled lightly. The General cleared his throat, and stepped forward. "Jonathan, ever since you stepped foot onto this base, I didn't like your attitude."

I grimaced, waiting for him to continue. "Though through the disrespect, you turned out to be a decent team member, even taking down that HVT on your last mission. The Head of the War Department has asked that I give you the Silver Star." "...the what?" The General scoffed, shaking his head. "In our military, it's like a mix of the Medal of Honor and the Pink Heart, at least, thats what your military called them, right?" I chuckled. "Purple Heart." I calmly corrected him, and I saw a fraction of a smile appear on the corner of his face. "Tammy, if you would." She stood up, accepting the small black box from his hand. She turned back towards me, bending over and pinning the medal right below my Wings.