Pearl Harbor |HS| *ON HOLD*

Chapter 3

Harold

I jolt up quickly, reaching for my gun ready to shoot. But I don't feel it.

I look around and take in the white walls and strong smell of cleaning supplies.

Yesterdays events slowly start coming back to me.

I look to my left and see Dylan begin to stir, he blinks and looks at me, standing to his feet.

"You're alive! I was so worried, why would you do that? Huh!? You almost died." He looks me in the eyes while sitting back down in the tiny arm chair.

His brown eyes show worry as he looks at me, his features twisting as if he's in pain.

I've always been the one to take the bullet for him, he's my best friend since two years old. He's all I got.

"I didn't want you to get shot." I swallow hard looking down at my bandaged side.

I'd take much worse for him, he's like a brother I never had.

A pair of brown eyes flashes before me and suddenly I'm speechless.

The nurse, the one with the dark hair and light brown eyes, she saved my life.

With her looks, I could have mistaken her for an angel, I've never seen a woman so beautiful before.

"-it's so typical of you, never thinking before acting! Are you even listening to me?!" I look up at Dylan, a deep scowl is set on his face.

"w-water, I need water." I choke out, his eyes widen and he steps out calling for a nurse.

I lay back, closing my eyes, I see her face and my heart speeds up. Only if I could remember her damn name.

The curtain is ripped back and a blonde hair nurse walks in with green eyes carrying a cup of water.

The straw is lifted to my lips and I begin to swallow. I pull back and look at her.

"Where is she?" I ask, she looks at me with scrunched eyebrows.

"Who sir?" She asks, helping me sit up, I push her hands away.

"The nurse who helped me when I got here." I run my hands through my tangled, mud matted hair.

"What did she look like sir?" She kindly asks, looking at me as if I'm a wounded animal. I grit my teeth.

"Brown hair, brown eyes, red lips." I try and describe her, my eyes closed to focus.

"Oh, that would be Evelyn sir, she works the afternoon shif-"

"I want her as my nurse." I cut her off.

She's taken back, "well sir, as I stated, she works the afternoon shift. Two more hours til her arrival. You are to be discharged at this time."

Dylan helps me stand to dress, once I'm done I step past the curtain.

"The doctor wants you back in a week to check your stitches, if there is any sudden discomfort or pain please come back immediately." Blondie says, looking over at Dylan who sends her a cool wink and grin.

She looks down with red cheeks and I roll my eyes before heading out.

I hold my arm up to block out the bright sun.

Two hours til she gets here, I better freshen up if I want to make a good impression.