Will this War ever end? (Falling Skies/ Ben Mason Fanfic)

The Infirmary (Chapter 4)

Hunters POV

Darkness surrounds me.  Nothing to see. Nothing to hear. There’s just a feeling of heaviness in my entire body. So heavy that I find it impossible to move. I can’t open my eyes; it’s like I’ve forgotten how. A strong smell of antiseptic fills my nose. Noises make their way to my ears. Clicking of feet pacing the room. Quiet talking. I strain to hear and make sense of it all but I still have no idea what’s happening. Where am I? Did I die? Suddenly a bright heat warms my face. Light tries to force its way between my closed lids. I struggle to open them, but after a few attempts I finally succeed. Someone is bending over me. A woman, I think. She asks if I can hear her but I can’t respond. I’m unable to form words. I blink hard and clear my inflamed throat. I think I’m going to shout but all that comes out is a tiny whisper.

“What happened?”

My vision begins to clear. The woman bending over me finally comes into focus. A gentle smile is on her face, like the one a mother would wear. She was very pretty.

“Thank God you’re awake. I was afraid we’d lost you” her voice was soft and compassionate.

“Where-? What-? How-?” I couldn’t finish any of my questions. I didn’t know what to ask first. I still don’t understand what’s going on. My hands gripped both sides of the steel table I was currently laying on and began pulling myself up. The woman gently wrapped her arms around me as she helped me into a sitting position.

“Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?” her soft voice asked with genuine concern.

I shook my head side-to-side. “No, actually, I feel…fine.” My voice comes out as a dry whisper. I’m not even sure she heard me or not.

She smiled pleasantly “good, that means the painkillers are doing their job.”

I smiled slightly in response. My eyes glide across the room. At first I thought I was in a hospital, but now I’m under the impression that I’m actually in a school. Childrens first aid posters were pinned to the walls; text books lined the shelves by the door; outside the window was a playground, the American flag flowing carelessly in the breeze alongside the set of swings.

“Where am I?” was the first question I asked. It’s time I got some answers.

“You’re at the John F. Kennedy High School. Or more recently known as home of the 2nd Mass.”

The 2nd Mass? Why does that sound so familiar? Oh wait, I remember! Some people from our group used to talk about them. Apparently they’re pretty popular in this apocalyptic world.

“My name is Dr Glass, but please call me Anne.”

I was snapped out of my thoughts as her voice rang in my ears. I almost forgot she was here. Anne stood there watching me, patiently waiting for a response.

“Hunter” I smiled extending my arm “Hunter Weaver” I repeated as we shook hands.

“Wait a minute, did you say Weaver?” She asked in slight disbelief.

I raised my brow in confusion “uh, yeah. Weaver. That’s me” I watched her intently. A look of realization crossed her face followed by a pleased smile. Great, now I’m confused again.

“Wha-“

“Hold on a minute” she cut me off. “I’ll be right back” she called rushing out of the room.

“That’s odd” I mumbled quietly to myself. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Who are these people? What do they want with me? I was so deep in thought I didn’t even hear anyone coming in. That is, until a rough voice I knew all too well broke me from my thoughts.

“Hunter?”

My body froze. My breath caught in my throat. My heart was beating so loud I’m surprised nobody heard it. With wide eyes I slowly turned my gaze towards the door. Standing in the doorway was him. There he was. Same old ball cap, same mini ponytail, same brown eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Tears streamed down my face, but I was so happy.

“Dad?” my voice broke as a happy sob escaped my lips.

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Chapter 4 hooray! Who else loves Weaver?! Anybody? I know I do! Very much. Oddly enough I find him very attractive. Surely I can't be the only one :P