Cece and Chase never strayed from the man who brought them in their military camp. They didn't know anyone here except him so there is no way in hell he'll gonna leave them without assuring that they are really safe.
They entered a tent. A woman who's wearing a white lab gown approached them.
"We have a casualty. A teen male. He have an awful gash on the left side." The soldier said while pointing at Chase's left side.
"Get him on the stretcher."
The soldier pried her arm off Chase's shoulder but she refused to let go. The soldier looked at her pointedly.
"He needs to get treated. You don't want him to die, do you?"
She pursed her lips at him before letting go of Chase. He was immediately put on a stretcher.
"Now come with me. Don't worry, the doctor will take care of him." He said but she shook her head.
"I'll wait for him here."
"You don't trust me, do you?"
"As well as you don't trust me." She bite back.
"Touchè." The soldier smirked.
Her eyes turned back to the unconscious Chase lying on the strecher. The doctor had already removed his shirt off and is now assessing how grave his wound is.
She sighed.
Gripping her knife, she moved to the side and kept on watching the doctor as he started treating Chase's wound.
"Is he your family?"
The soldier asked behind her. So he's still here?
"He is." She answered.
"Cousins? You both have black eyes."
He's observant. She noticed. She looked back at the soldier.
"No. But we became family in that hell hole."
The soldier nodded.
"What is your name?"
She looked at him again. This time, without his face mask on, she noted the sharp features of his face. Thick dark brown brows, high nose, thin upper lip, and chocolate brown eyes. They look gentle as he stares at her but she's not stupid to not also notice that those eyes held a different danger and intensity in them. His built and height says he looks older than them. Maybe by four to five years?
"My name's Cece."
"And how long have you been in that hell hole, Cece?"
She almost smiled at the way he used the term they use in refering the place.
"Five years."
Silence enveloped them.
"And how old are you?"
"Fifteen."
He stilled. Probably realizing how old she really was when she got thrown in that hell hole.
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Comrades in Action Book 5: Cece Klein
RomanceAs a child, Cece has already experienced terrible things a parent wouldn't want for their child to experience. Being abandoned and alone in a foreign country taught her what fear and death was truly like. She had learned how to survive first hand in...
