A Traveling Love

Chapter Two

The night was dark and cold. The frigid air highlighted Derek's hot breath against the starry nigh. His squad was on enemy land. They were in the middle if a surprise attack.

"Sargent Hale go left and Boyd, you go right. Lahey, you flank them while the rest of us go around front."

Derek went his respective direction and his breath caught in his throat as he saw two green eyes staring up at him. He released the oxygen when he heard the "meow" of a cat. The scruff animal passed silently by and Derek advanced on. A slight rustle of grass spooked him again, but to his relief, it was only the wind.

The red door of the house came into view and so did Boyd. Boyd nodded towards the door with his head and Derek nodded back. Then Boyd held up three fingers, then two, then one.

On one they both hit the door with their shoulders; hard. The old wooden door let out a groan before caving in. Derek and Boyd immediately had their guns up, ready to shoot. The house was still silent and their was no movement while the two men checked it out. Derek was about to say "all clear" when he heard shots fired. A heavy thump followed and Derek looked around for Boyd. He shimmied from wall to wall, trying to find the supposedly wounded man. More shots were fired and Derek could feel the air coming off of the bullets. Not good. Not good at all.

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Stiles received the call late one night. It was from an army official and sound very grieve. "Mr. Stlinski, we are sorry to inform you that Mr. Hale has been wounded in battle. He was shot once in the left leg, twice in the chest, and once in the right arm. He has been transported to Mercy hospital but with your consent he can be moved to Beacon Hills Memorial as early as tomorrow. There the doctors will give you a better description of the wounds and his condition. He is currently in an induced coma and will stay that way until he is transported to a more permanent location."

All Stiles could do was listen in shock and stuttered out, "Umm... I- I guess Beacon Hills Memorial would be great. When will he be arriving?"

In a gruff voice he said, "Sometime in the next week. I will have the hospital alert you of his presents when he gets there. Probably Thursday if I had to make a guess."

Stiles nodded before voicing his consent and his good byes. It was a lot to think over and Stiles knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep through the night.

The next morning Stiles was exhausted. It was only Monday and he knew that he should get up and drag himself to work at least. Work was agonizing and by the time Stiles got home he was ready for bed. So that's what he did. Hopefully it would be a short week.