Finding home

Chapter 4

The compound was massive with a sparse amount of street lights barely aluminating the road ahead of us. What I could make out was a line of houses and a few lights on in the windows. It looked...safe. Safe that was not a word I was used too. God I hope we were right coming here.

The truck in front stopped and the soldiers all jumped out and headed over to our car, my brothers all visibly tensed. Jonah knocked on the driver side window and smiled, Fin did not but rolled the window down none the less. "So we call this place the bezopasno ubezhishche, I know a mouth full right. It's Russian for safe haven. Our commander is Russian by the way, I usually just call it base home though" Jonah rambled while Fin looked at him in disinterest. I was about to ask him where the medical place as I think I may pass out from the pain, but Danny beat me to it. "So where is the medical centre we where promised, our sister needs treatment like now"

"Oh of course sorry can't forget Miss Lilly can we Sarge" Jonah eyes sparkled with something I could not quite understand as he spoke. All eyes landed on the sergeant who I still can't remember his name. He for one looked very angry about the attention. One of the soldiers we didn't know yet pointed to a building to our left of us "We will take you there now, did you need help with you're sister?" Fin glared at the unknown soldier "No we can manage" Danny interjected before Fin could say anything.

Fin and Danny came over to my side of the car and gently helped me out as I started quietly crying. The pain was really bad. Fin picked me up and carried me to the medical centre, it was more like a small house like all of the other houses around. Only difference is it had a medical symbol on the door, how creative.

Danny knocked on the door as a older woman around forty answered. She had small glasses perched on the tip of her nose, with brown eyes staring at us with distrust. "Yes?" She asked while looking at the soldiers behind us, probably asking with her eyes if we are to be trusted. She must have had confirmation as she then smiled at us as my brother said "Our sister hurt her ankle".

She smiled kindly at me now "of course come in" we walked inside to see a small table that my brother sat me on gently, I still winced. The small room was filled with both my three brothers and almost all of the soldiers who where originally with us and all attention was on me. I don't like it.

The doctor came over to me and blocked my view of the room thankfully and smiled "my name is Mary" "I'm Lilly" I whispered weakly as the pain was getting worse it was hard to focus on anything. Mary smiled sadly "let's look at that ankle shall we".

With poking, prodding, lifting and inspecting she found out I had twisted my ankle not broken like I thought. That was a relief at least. She gave me some pain relief as well and warning to stay a week off my ankle, not that I would have complained.