Fighting For Love

XVII - Paris

     FINALLY BACK!

    I haven't abandoned you, guys, it truly wasn't my intention. I had made amazing plans for us this vacations, but my PC was like "HA, YOU THOUGHT!" and decided to say goodbye. (July 2020: And it still hasn't gotten back, had to buy a new one)

   Fortunately, I've managed to save my Word documents for this chapter, but not so much for the next one (I'm never ever writing anything else there again), so next chapter will, unfortunately come late.

    By the way, do you remember when I told you about the "Christmas gift" on last chapter's final A/N? Yeah, it was a Christmas special chapter that I also lost, but worry not, it might still come to light some Christmas.

    With that said. Good reading!

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   Chapter 17: Paris

June 20th, 1940 - 9:00

Reims, France

   Seven days after the battle and Otto was fully recovered. I was sitting on the bed he spent the past seven days on and it was extremely uncomfortable, he was putting his uniform on.

   "How do I look?" He asked me.

   "The best I've seen in ages." He smiled.

   "You are being kind." He turned back to a mirror on the wall. "I think I've lost weight. Way too much, in fact."

   "Well, it's understandable, you have barely eaten anything lately." He turned at me and walked forward to grab his belt on the bed.

   "Don't blame me for that" He said as he buckled the belt around his waist. "The food here tastes terrible and it hurt a lot to swallow."

   I opened my mouth to answer, but I was interrupted when a nurse, accompanied by a general I had never seen before entered the room. The nurse muttered some words in French to the man, who shot out a merci and dismissed the nurse.

   "Who is Otto Ziemann?" He asked, unsure if he should look at me or Otto.

   "It's me, sir." Otto said.

   "We have heard that you were shot and will be unable to fight for some time, so we are completely dismissing you from your duties to the Reich. You can go back home as soon as you like. Thank you for your service. Would you maybe know where is Braun Schröeder, the other survivor of the battle?" Otto had no time to answer, however, because I stood up as soon as I heard my name.

   "That would be me, sir." I said.

   "Oh, I am glad you are here, it spares me time. Don't you think these orders extend to you, because they do not. You are expected in Paris, where you are going to receive new orders from your new superior, as Hünessdorf also died during the battle."

   "As you wish, sir."

   The general chuckled softly. "That's all." He said, leaving the room as suddenly as he entered.

    "I guess we are going to Paris, then." Otto said, putting on his boots.

   "We? No, you should go back to Frankfurt, it is far enough from the war and you can seek medical help faster in case something happens. I will be fine in Paris." I did not obviously mean that, I was already dying inside, but nothing would kill me more than knowing he had to depend on crowded warzone hospitals to  take care of his wounds.