Adventures Of A Reluctant Field Medic

Chapter Three: Cold Nights And Fist Fights

Note: Hey after seeing a recent comment I realized that I had a whole chapter sitting in my drafts unfinished and after promising I had another one coming I'd like to deliver even if it's several years late! Please enjoy :)) any gramatical mistakes are definitely unintentional since I rushed to get it out of the drafts.

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They say that dreams are the depths of the sub consciousness manifesting. Forcing the dreamer to face its deepest insecurities and fears. The single event in ones life that's a root to all the deep seeded pain locked away inside. A key thrown away and a prison inescapable.

To people like me, they are constant reminders. It's like my brain is reminding me why I'm so fucked up, it's cruel rewind playing into lucid night terrors.

I can still feel his cruel burning gaze as he smiles, that damn smile I fell in love with. Then the searing pain, it's cold metallic feeling plunging into my back dragging up in harsh tugs.

My mouth open in a silent scream, My shed tears washing my burning cheeks. The betrayal fresh and heavy inside my heart. His lips still twisted in that smile, the one I grew to hate. The smile I'd stab a million times over if I could.

I felt suffocated, underwater as I grasp at the mans shoulders. Then the feeling of being suspended into air.

"Do you wanna know a secret?...(Y/n)"

His hushed whisper, tickling my ear. The glittering metal twisting inside like an extension of his own words, it's mimic to my heart.

"I told them where you flithy rats hid..."

I scream, the flashes of their burning flesh invading my nightmare. My body thrashes and endless sobbing unleashing the pain held in for so long.

Everything hurt, those invading hands digging into my wound just to watch me begging for mercy. When the world became very clear to naive me.

I didn't even realize I had woken up, I was grasping at my chest sobbing. That is until hands roughly held my shoulders, shaking them in urgency.

I could hear them talking, however I couldn't understand.

As if being pulled from the depths of my despair, my eyes meet cerulean dreams. Not a second later on pure instinct I tackle my attacker down, we struggle against each other. I wrap my legs around his neck, taking his forearm into an arm bar.

I feel two large hands prying my legs open and taking deep breaths, another call for me.

I grunt feeling the over whelming strength from the man below me, I could still hear their voice and yet I couldn't stop. He flip us over, their knee pressing into my pelvis to keep me grounded.

I wasn't gonna go down so easily, but when I finally look up into my attacker. I see a very disheveled looking Aldo, the heavy breaths caressing my face. His strong hands keep me in place,

"Goddamn it! Are ya' tryin' to kill me??" His teeth are gritting, lips pursing in his growing annoyance those cheeks set into stone as if Greeks took the time to carve him.

Our breathes intertwine, my chest spasm as the tips of my fingers twitch against the warm cradle he had my face in. I couldn't meet his eyes anymore the humiliation eats away at me. I shove him off not bothering to speak, what was there to say?

Perhaps the lump in my throat gave away my vulnerability and it took a piece of my pride to show it.

He takes the hint sitting himself by my desk, leaning back against it as he lifts a hand to his jaw rubbing the sore spot I don't remember inflicting.