Out of Time ★ [1] ✔

You'll Understand Someday

A week and a half had passed since Steve and I rescued Bucky and the prisoners from the HYDRA base. We'd marched back to the camp with every surviving soldier behind us, plus a tank and a truck full of HYDRA's special weapons and ammunition. Success was an understatement.

Phillips couldn't complain about our disobedience, especially for Steve's sake; we'd done a good job. But I decided not to relish in the glory. Primarily for two reasons:

1. I was going to be in so much trouble.

2. It wasn't my victory to celebrate.

When we got back to base, I slipped away. There were a few things that I had to do, the first on my agenda being to steal a medical kit from the med tent. After doing so, I found solitude in an isolated tent off the fringes.

I ripped off my jacket. The sleeve was no longer a light colour, but a dark reddish-brown; dried blood. I ripped the sleeve of my shirt, air brushing a nice gash running down my bicep. Flying shrapnel was deadly, that was for sure.

I disinfected the wound (which stung like you would not believe) and bandaged it. If only I knew how to heal. I'd heard the myth that it was possible. If only I'd managed to learn before Eilian...

I carefully slid my jacket back on to cover any evidence of being injured.

I pulled my pocket watch from the breast pocket of the jacket. It was still broken. With being back in civilization, I'd be able to send it to watchmaker to fix it. Then I'd be able to get home.