Pearl Harbor |HS| *ON HOLD*

Chapter 4

Evelyn

I stare back into the old mirror trying to fix my nurses hat on my head, stupid ridiculous thing.

I pin my hair out of my face and reach for my red lipstick, applying the cherry color to my lips.

I slide on my plain white nurse shoes and grab my thin white cotton coat before slipping out the door.

I turn and lock the door to the small beach house that the other nurses and I live in for now while stationed here.

I begin my walk to the hospital that isn't but ten minutes away.

I keep my head down as I walk, occasionally looking off to my right at the beautiful view of the palm trees and ocean.

The warm, salty breeze pushes my hair back and I inhale, smiling.

I'm so thankful I managed to pass nursing school and was accepted to be stationed here in Hawaii.

I needed to get out of there, I didn't want to turn out like everyone else in that little town I was raised in.

Pregnant by 16, married to some miserable man because he knocked me up.

I want more in life than that.

Before I know it I've reached the hospital, I jog up the steps, mentally preparing myself for work.

"Excuse me, miss?" A soldier steps out from the side and I scream loudly.

I stumble out of surprise and trip backwards, two strong hands grab me before I hit the ground.

I look up and am met with a pair of familiar dark green eyes.

I part my lips trying to find the words to say, but for once I'm speechless.

"Are you alright miss?" He asks, checking me to see if I bruised anything, even though he caught me before I fell.

I nod, taking in his accent and features. He's British, and he has fair skin and dark brown hair. His lips a dark pink.

Faint scratches scatter his face and neck and I then realize he's the man I helped yesterday.

"I don't know if you remember me or not?" his voice is deep as he lowers his head to look at me.

He removes the cap off his head and places it over his chest.

"Oh, Yes, You are the man who was shot in his abdomen." I say, wrapping my arms around myself. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better than I did last night, I'm alive thanks to you." he cracks a small smile and I return it.

"Good, I'm glad you're doing okay." I genuinely mean it, I stayed awake all night last night hoping he'd be okay.

"I want to thank you, miss-" He looks at me with raised brows.

"Evelyn, it's no problem really, you don't have to thank me. It's my job." I shyly smile, taking his out stretched hand in mine to shake.

He brings my hand to his lips and places a kiss on the back of my hand.

My breath hitches in my throat, I've never been in a situation like this before.

I don't know what to do. I think he can sense it too.

"I was wondering Miss Evelyn, if I could have the honor, of taking you out for a milkshake after you get off work?" He smiles, quickly looking down at my lips before looking into my eyes.

I don't even know this man? Should I really be going out with him? I'm sure one milkshake wont hurt... and I can be back before curfew.

"Okay... I'd like that." I finally nod, shyly looking up at him, I bite my lip to hide my smile.

Two dimples appear and he nods curtly while placing his hat back onto his short hair.

"I get off at seven." I say, looking at his name tag on his uniform.

Harold E. Styles It reads.

"I'll be here, don't you worry that pretty mind of yours." He grins, getting into his dark green and brown Jeep.

I wave from the door and smile watching him drive off.