Lost Boys & Pirates [Completed]

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The ability to dream has led me into many problems. It began with a small wish with a birthday candle, to a wish when the clock struck and now to the stars.

"I wish for freedom, for a new life," I whisper to the stars.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, I send a kiss upward for luck before turning back towards the disastrous room.

The machines run on full speed as the women rush around, trying to get as many of the patients cleaned up as possible. A single dark green shirt hangs from my leather belt, my own little trinket for the work I've done today. I gently pat it as comfort as I move to sit beside my sleeping patient.

"Girl, come here," Someone hisses before a hand grips my arm and tugs me towards them.

The girl is someone who excels in stitches and I silently watch with hope of being as good as her. Her tight grip on my arm is painful but I remain silent as we move across the ward.

When we pass by a certain patient, the scent of cleaner invades my nose and nearly makes me gag. I press a free hand to my nose and hold my sleeve up. I notice a few other women do the same as well, their eyes cautious on him as we pass by.

She moves me so we are shoulder to shoulder as one of our supervisors enters. Their piercing eyes are filled with annoyance at the amount of harmed and still bleeding patients resting on the beds, regardless that we just got a new group in from the recent skirmish. A single gunshot rings out in the background along with a few nurses who are stabilizing the more urgent patients.

"Your ward is falling behind and has the highest death rate. None of you ladies are able to go home. Eloise, with us, now."

The mentioned girl slowly follows after them, her own nurse uniform spotted with blood. All of us rush towards our stations, our task to help the men wounded from battle. Women constantly float through the room for proper materials. My own section in the back is quiet enough for me to hide away.

My own single patient, who ignores me, is bandaged up and sleeping like most of the others. His face has lost most of the swelling and he will heal nicely. I thankfully got the easiest one to take care of. His simple cut and concussion are an easy heal to deal with.

His partner was transferred to another set of girls and they left me with him. They seem to have secluded us to this corner. I have the only bed in this half of the room and the rest of the chairs are lined with men who got stitches or those who can afford to sit up.

I tell a small fairytale to my patient as he sleeps in an attempt to keep my mind from wandering. Each gunshot feels like it pierces my chest and every scream reminds me of the one I released only a few months ago. WHen I go home, I won't have Matthew there. I won't have anyone who will recognize me.

When I glance over the group, I realize that none of them know my name let alone that I work there. The supervisor glanced over me. The girl who grabbed my arm even gave a look of confusion as if she didn't recognize me.

"I wish for a family," I whisper once more as I glance outside.

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By the time all of us finished stitching up and helping the boys, it was nearly midnight. A lantern in my hands is the only source of light on my trek towards home. The streets are empty from even thieves and nobody else is awake. A single drunkard stumbles across the cobblestone streets before falling into the puddle of slush.

"Lady!" A voice shouts from behind me.

My chest tightens as fear fills me. I pivot to see a figure running towards me. Their blonde hair reflecting in the light as their clothes are odd; a basic green tunic, a pair of brown pants, a set of leather hunting boots and a leather belt around his hips. A bow is slung over his shoulder and a dagger is in his belt, while a partially worn cloak flutters behind him.