Red Cure (on hold)

Part 13

September 27, 2039 10:28 am

Well there is nothing more manly than getting shot in the butt while rescuing a wounded pigeon and falling and spraining your ankle. Isn’t it supposed to be the girl you sprains her ankle and is carried to her room? It’s a good thing I know I can beat Sharp otherwise I might have started getting little-man syndrome. This way every time she beats someone and shows how tough she really is it I’m always so proud of her and impressed myself; but it’s always and ego booster because I know that as tough as she is I can beat her.

September 27, 2039 9:15 pm

Doctor Yvonne says that in a day or two Peter will be able to walk again and I was glad to hear it. The pigeon on the other hand will take a while longer but it will heal eventually too without so much damage to its bones that it wouldn’t be able to survive in the wild. The pigeon has gotten more comfortable with us and is eating well. My guess is it’s a pigeon from one of the old cities, its way too relaxed with humans for it not to have been. It even let me pet it today.

Peter and I have gone through a lot of movies and plane to be in bed asleep hopefully by ten; we have to save some for tomorrow.

12:12 am

I had totally forgotten. September 28, today, is Marine Stevens’ birthday. I still don’t have a present for him; with everything that was going on I forgot to get one. I never found something that met my expectations but now I think he would have just appreciated something I made, not something fancy like a new expensive crossbow (although that would have been cool and he would have liked it) but like a hat, and some gloves maybe. He would have liked something that had effort put into it.

That’s what I’ll do tomorrow; I’ll make him a hat and gloves. He’d like that.

1:00 am

Sharp tried to be quiet but I still heard her crying. I didn’t ask her what was wrong I just held her until she fell asleep. Sharp never cries, so this could only be about one person; and that person is Marine Stevens. I don’t know why she was crying all of a sudden though; maybe she had been holding it back. I hope since she fell asleep that she’s feeling better.

I wish I could kiss her and tell her that everything is going to be alright, but I can’t because number one, I’m not allowed to kiss her number two, it probably wouldn’t make that big of a difference. I hold her close and hope she can read my thoughts instead.

I love her.

I love her.

I love her.

I love her.

No matter how many times I write it or think it, I never get tired of it. Sometimes it seems like she’s going to tell me something and then…she doesn’t. I wish I could read her mind; that would make things infinitely easier.

September 28, 2039 11:33 am

I’m going to make his hat first. I think I’ll make it brown, he liked that color.

Peter was really sweet last night. He didn’t ask what was wrong, he just held me, which was exactly what I needed. He always knows what I need. I’m glad that I have a husband a man like him.

12:06 am

I finished the hat and gloves and I put them in a box under our bed. I tried not to cry but a few tears slipped out anyways. I felt like I was saying goodbye to him; or to a part of him anyway. I’m nowhere near getting completely over his death and I never will be; but it’s a step towards living with it.