The Ghost of You

I sat in the mess hall, picking apart my peas and carrots. Frank sat down in front of me, looking at his own plate with disgust.

“You never get used to the food here.” He grumbled.

“What I feared to be true.” I smiled.

“So, how was work?” He sighed.

“Alright, the patients like to talk a lot, it keeps me occupied.”

“Sounds fun.” He laughed sarcastically.

“No, shut up. I honestly do enjoy it.” I laughed in return.

“Shhh. You can’t tell me to shut up, I’ll pull rank on you.” He raised his fork at me.

I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself.

“Get some rest tonight, tomorrow is an early day. Everyone has to be in by 5.” He reminded.

“How come?” I questioned.

“There’s a new shipment of injured soldiers coming in.” He sighed.

“From where?”

“Bodem.” He grimaced.

“Well… why are they coming here?” I scratched my head.

“There’s no more room. In Bodem. They’re over-capacitated.”

“Shit.” I said under my breath.

“Shit is right. We’ve gotta have a new mindset when dealing with these guys, they’ve seen the worst. Say the wrong thing and one of them blows their brains out.” He frowned.

-

I laid in my bed, shuffling around uncomfortably.

I now had to go shower in the gym, I couldn’t bathe in my own room now. I was terrified. I was terrified even sleeping in here.

I reminded myself to bring the issue up with Frank, to see if he could assist me in moving barracks.

I popped out a sleeping pill from my night stand and swallowed it, closing my eyes tightly and trying to forget all that had happened.

While I drifted into sleep everything seemed to become familiar again, I was entering the same dream from the night before.

“Hey,”

I woke up to a soft voice whispering to me, kissing the top of my ear.

“Sleep alright?” He smiled.

I looked around the room, I was in a man’s bedroom. I looked to my left, Michael James Way gazing down at me with loving eyes.

I looked underneath the covers, we were both naked. I looked back up, blushing madly.

“Did we-?” I started.

“Yeah.” He grinned.

“When will I see you again?” I frowned.

“I’m staying. You’ll see me everyday.” He smiled warmly.

“Are those your orders?” I asked.

“For now, until I get deployed again.” He reached under the covers and retrieved my hand, bringing it to his lips and caressing it.

“I’ve had the most pleasant night with you, Miss Adele. I do hope you’ll allow me to take you out sometime?”

“Yes… Of course. You’d better.” I chuckled.

“So… I can see you again?” He smiled.

“Yes, nothing would make me happier, Michael.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

…

I stirred awake to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I glanced over to it, 4:30 AM clear in bright red numbers.

I sighed and yawned, getting up and fixing my bed. I tied my hair up into a neat but in the bathroom, constantly looking over my shoulder paranoid.

I’d gotten my uniform on and cleaned myself up quickly, the sooner I could get out of there the better.

I arrived at the clinic by 4:50. A record time for me.

When I walked in everything was in chaos, nurses and doctors running around everywhere. I spotted Frank, talking to another surgeon extremely concentrated, stress clear on his face.

I walked over to him and spotted me within seconds.

“Hey, uh, Adele. You’ve been relocated to another ward. The new patients are in. Mary show her the way.” Frank snapped to get the attention of a passing nurse and she nodded, smiling at me and leading me to a whole new sector of the clinic.

I walked quickly, wanting to see what awaited me.

When I walked into the room, that said my name on the outside I nearly dropped everything I was holding.

The men here, they were moaning and groaning, crying almost. I’d never seen a whole group of people in so much pain. Had no one attended to them yet?

I looked around, unsure of where to start, my head spinning.

I spotted one particular patient that was as quiet as a mouse, he appeared to be asleep. I walked over to his bed, looking at his charts.

He took a bullet to the head. And he was alive.

I neared closer, trying to get a look at his face.

My heart sunk.

It was that boy. Mikey. Michael James Way.

What?

I looked back to the chart and that’s exactly what it read.

Notes

struggling to write shit because don't stand so close to me has left me heartbroken :c so forgive me if updates are slow.
started up another story as well URGHH FEELS. I CANT DEAL MAN I NEED CLOSURE.
AND IM THE ONE WHO FUCKIN WROTE IT. LOL

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