An Ocean Between Us (L.H.)

Chapter 4

Five hours and four water fights later Luke drops me off at my apartment. I go up and as soon as I close the door I drop my things and plop down on the couch. I turn on the TV and decide to watch 'Border Security'. Then I grab a frozen dinner and heat it up. 

Before I know it two hours have passed and I'm wiped. I clean everything up and go to my bedroom. I change into booty shorts and my military t-shirt. Then I brush my teeth and climb into bed. I soon fall into a deep sleep.

---Dream---

I'm doing a patrol with my group. We're walking through the trees, trying to stay hidden. Then I hear gunshots and there's a loud ringing in my ears. I know it's ISIS immediately. Once I hear all noise leave and the forest is dead silent I open my eyes and see my whole group shot. I look down and see that my leg is bleeding heavily. I try to stand up so I can get to a place where people could find me and I'm more sheltered but the pain is too great. 

I spot a small pile of leaves, crawl to it, and sit in it. I grab my pack off of my back. I also grab my pocket knife. I roll up my pant leg and see the bullet wound. I am about to dig about in my leg to find the bullet but my hands are shaking too much because of adrenaline. I also can't bear digging around in my leg trying to get out a small object. Of course I know how but it's much easier to do it on a practice dummy that can't feel a thing then do it on yourself. 

I try to call back to base but my phone has no service. I bandage my leg but the blood soaks through within minutes. I know I'll bleed to death unless, by miracle, someone finds me before I die. I go around to my group and grab all of their packs. Then I build myself a comfier place to stay. I bandage my leg with everything I have available to me. I'm not concerned about saving my supplies as I doubt I'll make it through to morning. Even if I do I know that I won't make it past 48 hours. 

I manage to find a journal and pen from one person's pack. I write a letter to my parents telling them everything I remember and how much I love them and how thankful I am for them. Then I write one to Luke. I end up writing a ten page letter. There are a few tear stains here and there. Then I unclasp the necklace I always wear, the one with a small 'R', and put it in the envelope with Luke's letter. I know he'll want something to remember me by. Then I lay both envelopes on my chest and pull my sleeping bag up to my chin. The last thing I remember is Luke's image flashing in my mind.

---End Dream---

I jerk up in bed, sweating and breathing heavily. Then I reach over and grab my apartment phone. I dial Luke's number and pray that he'll pick up. While it's ringing I grab hold of my necklace and clutch it tightly. It somehow helps me calm down. When I'm about to put down the phone Luke's raspy voice says, "You're lucky you're special Reagan. I don't pick up the phone at two in the morning for just anyone."

"I know. Please just come. I need you."

"Ok. Be right there."

"Alright. The door will be unlocked. Lock it when you come in."

"Ok. Love you."

Then he hangs up. I could hear the worry in his voice. I quickly climb out of bed and unlock the door. Then I climb back into bed. Before I know it Luke is climbing into bed beside me. I scramble into his arms and say, "It was my first military nightmare."

Then I tell him about it. By the end tears are flowing down my cheeks, I'm hiccupping from crying so much, and my face is buried in Luke's chest. Luke pulls me closer to him so my legs are wrapped around his waist and I'm sitting in his lap. Then he kisses the top of my head and starts soothing me by stroking my hair softly. I can feel his lip ring on top of my head and it makes me smile. After a few more minutes we both fall asleep.

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So I got my air cast off but I can't do any running or jumping for a month! Which means no volleyball for me. :'(  -Becca