Stitches and Scars (Soap x OC)

~05~

~Alicent~

"Be safe, please." I whisper. My dad tucks away a fallen piece of hair that managed to escape its elastic, smiling down at me softly.

"Don't over work yourself today, darling."

"You're avoiding saying you'll be safe," I counter, glancing up at him. He smiles a bit wider, tilting his head as he studies me. "You look like your mother," he mumbles softly, more to himself than me.

His thumb strokes my cheek softly, and I lean into it smiling as the picture of my mother enters my mind. She died during child birth, and my father never actually had the chance to marry her, but I grew up hearing all about her.

From him, from my grandparents and other family members. I can only imagine how amazing she really was, if their stories tell me anything.

She was a doctor too, but for animals. She loved it, and ended up meeting my father in a bar, after noticing the nasty gash he had on his hand.

"She told me I needed it stitched, and I told her I didn't trust doctors," my father told me, a smile on his face as he remembered that day.

"She instead dragged me to an animal shelter. I didn't know she worked in the clinic there at the time, until she pulled out gloves and demanded I sit so she can stitch me." He recites the story with a laugh, as I smile widely up at him. "I knew then and there, I couldn't let her go."

"Daddy," I say softly, pulling his mind back to me. "Be safe?"

"Of course, darling."

"I love you," I whisper. He pulls me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "I love you too. We'll be back before you know it."

I nod, releasing the hug as he steps back. With one final smile, and a head nod, he's turning and walking towards the others, who are piled around three different trucks and ready to go.

My gaze meets Johnny's who grins and gives a small salute. I smile back, nodding sligntly, before turning to head inside, and back to the infirmary.  As I enter the medical wing, Jennifer greets me, and hands me my clipboard for the day.

Full of patients, as always. I start going through the rounds, getting a feel for things finally. It's been just over a week since we arrived, and things are starting to flow a bit smoother.

I've broken the habit of wanting to search for a nurse for assistance, and have trained the new habit of doing it all myself.

Unfortunately, this gets rid of my usual time to write my records, leaving me with a pile of paper work before I can really settle down for the night.

Gaz and Soap have been missing out weekly movie nights, but I can't do much about it. I'm sure Ghost isn't complaining.

Luckily, one of the boys always ensures I have a lunch, and I'm starting to wonder if that's my fathers order or mere choice of theirs. Guess we'll never know, I least I get food three times a day.

Just as my father said, they are back before I really notice they are gone. "Alicent," Ghost calls, pulling my attention from my clipboard to him and the three men around him.

"Minor cuts and scraps, Price wanted them looked at and cleared."

I nod, smiling and greeting the men. They nod back respectfully, clearly only here because Ghost escorted them.

I don't blame them. If a man that tall ordered me to do something, and followed me until I did it, well I wouldn't waste a second.

Lucky for me, I know it's mostly just looks. Well... maybe not. But I know I'm safe.