Carrie's POV
Danny looks like hell, and that's puttin' it lightly. He had dark bags under his eyes and it looks like he hasn't showered in ages. But the one thing that stood out to me was the look of relief that was spread across his face when he looks at me. I can also see the tear stains on his face from where he's been cryin'.
"I was so worried," Danny says.
"Why?" I ask, a bit confused. Then it dawns on me and the memories come rushin' back. The harbor. The bombs. All of the death and destruction. How I had to use another body to save my own life. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Danny could see my panic and stands up to where he could wrap his arms around me.
"Hey, you're okay." He mumbled in hopes of calming me down.
"Danny. I couldn't save them. There were so many bodies. So many people. So many lives." I sobbed. Danny just kept stroking my hair and mumbling reassurances in my ear. I could not help but reel through the horrors of the day. How I swam for my life towards the small beach. How I had to use a still-warm body as a shield from the rain of bullets. How I was impaled by a piece of shrapnel... in my lower abdomen...
"Danny, where's the doctor?" I ask, panicking.
"Uh, I don't know. I can go find him." He says soothingly. I quickly nod my head as Danny and I pull away from each other and he leaves to find the doctor. Just after Danny leaves, Sandra walks into the room. She wears a tired expression but lights up when she sees me.
"Oh my gosh! You're awake!! Where's Danny?" She says both surprised and confused.
"He went to find the doctor. How long have I been asleep?" I ask while trying to keep the gloom and sadness of the probable answer to my question the doctor will answer from my voice.
"A little over seven hours now. I'm so glad you're okay." Sandra cries as she walks over to me and wraps her hands around mine. I could see the pain behind her eyes as she continued to smile. I know that pain all too well. I had the same pain when I lost someone close to me. My father and my brother.
"Sandra, what's wrong?" I ask shakily. I don't know how much more bad news I can take today.
"It's Betty. She-she didn't make it." Sandra choked out. I froze. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. Hell, I could hardly breathe. Sweet Betty. My best friend. She was so young. I remember when she first told me she had lied on her military application about her age. She trusted me with her lie cause she saw me as her closest friend. I was the closest thing she had to an older sister. But now she was gone. She was supposed to get married and live a long happy and healthy life, but now she will never be able to.
"How?" was the only word I was able to choke out.
"When the attack first started, we all ran to the hospital. We knew there were going to be fatalities and wounded. On the way there, some of the planes started firing at us and the hospital..." Sandra didn't have to finish for me to already know what happened next. I glance up at Sandra to see silent tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly, Danny and the doctor run into the room.
"Welcome back, Lt. Jackson." The doctor greets as he checks my vitals and my wound. I clear my throat to suppress any lingering emotion in my voice.
"Hello, doctor," I reply. Danny is back by my bedside as the doctor continues his routine check-up. I clear my throat.
"Uh, Danny. Can you go find Rafe and Evelyn for me?" I ask in a sorrowful tone.
"Of course. I'll be right back." Danny answers as he runs out of the room once again.
"I'll go help him," Sandra announces awkwardly. As Sandra leaves, only the doctor and I remain.
"Everything seems to be in order, Lt. Jackson." The doctor states as he looks at me with a small smile.
"Doctor... when I was brought in here... I wasn't - uh- conscious enough to explain that I... I was pregnant..." I shakily mumble. The doctor takes a deep breath.
"Lieutenant, if you were pregnant, then I'm sorry to say there was too much damage for any fetus to survive. I'm sorry." He sighs. I feel more tears well up in my eyes and a lump form in the back of my throat. I swallow and take a deep breath, and I force myself to keep it together.
"Thank you, doctor. I will let you or one of the nurses know if the pain gets too much." I state strongly. The doctor's sad eyes meet mine once again before he nods his head and quickly leaves the room. As the door closes behind him, I allow my cold exterior to break. I begin to sob and feel like I can't stop.
Danny's POV
I knew she would wake up. I knew she would fight. And I knew she would win. I mean, she's the strongest woman I know. I run towards the harbor while looking for Evelyn and Rafe. The carnage isn't as bad now that people from all over the island are helpin' with the cleanup. At least on dry land, the carnage isn't any worse. The harbor is still littered with bodies. It's overwhelmin'. I notice a minister standin' in the water and leadin' a prayer over the bodies that haven't been recovered or identified yet. I can feel a lump form in my throat as I look at just how many people are dead. This shouldn't have happened. All these men and women were innocent. This was an unprovoked attack. I could feel my blood start to boil until I was pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Rafe with an expression of sadness and anger.
"This is horrific," Rafe mutters. I simply nod my head in agreement.
"Why ain't you at the hospital with Carrie?" Rafe questions. A small smile graces my lips at the thought of the good news.
"She's awake. I came to find you and Evelyn." I smile. Rafe's face lights up as he turns and runs towards, where I assume Evelyn is. I'm right on his tail as I chase after him.
