BEEEP....BEEEP....BEEEP
I wake up to the sound of hospital machines blaring on and on. I sit up and a pair of eyes greet me on the side of the hospital bed. Loki's eyes are huge, wondering why i'm in so much pain.
"Hey buddy, how long you been sitting there?" I ask him.
Just then I hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.
Doc walks into the room and shock fills his face.
"Your awake!" he exclaims
"Nah, your dreaming." I respond sarcastically
"You've been out for two days, we almost thought you weren't gonna wake up." he says sadly
"Well I'm here, how bad was it?" I say, brushing off the twisting knot in my stomach.
"You were actually pretty lucky, the wound in your shoulder was not very deep and the other one barely missed your large intestine." he says with a smirk.
I laugh and shake my head.
"Almost lost me buddy!" I say, plastering on a fake smile. The thought fills me with fear. I can't leave Loki like that.
"So, how long am I in here doc? I say.
"Probably two weeks of bed rest then another week before we let you go out with the rest of the platoon." he responds.
This is gonna suck.
The next two weeks go by faster than I'd expected. I swear everyone on the base visits, even the LT stops in and awkwardly stands there (that's most of their day).
At the same time World War III is brewing everywhere. so here's an update. the Iraqi government joined the war because of the bombings around its border, Russia has admitted to supplying the Syrians with munitions and has joined their front. Meanwhile the British and the Canadians have joined our front. So pretty much they decided that they wanted to blow our faces off and we needed friends to prevent that.
The whole time I have been stuck in this prison Loki has never left the side of my bed.he stays there the whole time as if trying to protect me from the world outside. There's a whole world of death out there, he just doesn't want me to be part of it.
