Soaring Planes and Medical Kits (Pilot X Alyssa)

Chapter 4

She felt similar things where she was at, although she couldn't afford to let any of it get the best of her. Especially if she were to hold that promise of getting back to him.

She saw wounded soldiers every day and did her very best to make sure that they would live, that they would return to their special someones as well.

She found no time to admire sunsets and stars, she found no time for happiness. She only found time to stay at it and help those fallen soldiers stand again.

Many left in wheelchairs, and that much more left in body bags.

And she cried for every one of them.

She cried for all those letters sent out to their families.

She cried for all those who made similar promises to the one she had made to Pilot.

She cried for all those who never got to live out all the things they were looking forward to.

She cried for all those who never again were able to see what they were fighting for.

She cried for every lost life.

She cried for everyone who died with a smile on their face.

Today she had a bit of free time, and she decided to spend it with an old soldier who was well on his way to the grave.

She didn't want him to pass away alone.

So she sat next to him silently, not expecting a conversation.

"Hello, young Doctor, I was wondering if you'd put me in a wheelchair and take me outside. I've only an hour or so left if I'm correct." He requested. She nodded, doing just that.

Then she pushed the wheelchair outside, to a place with plenty of green grass and put a coat over his shoulders as the cool breeze blew past.

"You're pretty quiet, save for the tears I'm always seeing falling from those pretty eyes of yours." He stated. "What's on your mind?" He asked.

She was taken aback by the question, No one ever had asked her anything like that since she had gotten here.

"I'm wondering if I'll be able to fulfil my promise. I promised that I would return to my lover, but I'm starting to doubt that I'll survive this much longer." She sighed.

"You'll hold strong to that promise. I know it at a glance." He smiled at the distance.

"How can you say that with such certainty?" She asked curiously, and partly with disbelief.

"You're a hard and honest worker, always doing your very best. You're the best Medic this place has seen in years. I know many soldiers that'd gladly give their lives to keep you around longer. You've made quite a name for yourself among them, 'Silent Tears of Mercy'." He chuckled to himself.

"Who knew you had such a reason for all your hard work." She smiled at his words, feeling more confidence.

"I want you to take my journal, read it when you feel down or when you need advice." He handed her a small leather cover book that looked to be worn down and aged.

And that was the last thing he did before he passed away in silence.

She opened it to page one.

I always enjoyed seeing the flowers holding onto hope before winter. When I pass away I imagine I'll be gazing out at a field. And I know I'll be happy to have given my life for what I did.

She smiled, knowing that he truly did die happily. Gazing at the field of blue flowers before him.