~A lie has many variations, the truth none~
I don't remember what happened. All I know is that I woke up with a bandage around my shoulder and right leg; I am currently in a military hospital, on a rackety, foul-smelling cot.
Oh, and I feel as if a pot of boiling oil was poured on me. However, I believe that I am becoming accustomed to the pain.
Other things have hurt far worse.
A nurse walks in. Her blonde hair bounces atop her shoulders, and her blue eyes are gentle, sorrowful. As her gaze meets mine and she reaches for the IV, I fake a smile.
"Hello!" she chirps.
I mumble, returning her greeting.
A frown taints her face. "I can't find your medical records, so may I begin with asking your name?"
I ponder, hesitant of how to respond. "Derek Woods."
She scrunches her eyebrows. "I heard others in here earlier, and they said your name was Asher."
Change the subject.
"What's your name? I think you deserve to be acknowledged for helping wounded soldiers like me."
The nurse took a step back, scrunching her eyebrows in surprise. "Evelyn."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too." Softly shaking her head and gripping a needle, she began to insert it into my IV.
But there's no need for you to tend to me; I'll be gone in twenty-four hours.
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A Chest of Lies
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