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It’s just enemies. That’s what the commander says, the drill instructor in basic. They’re enemies, not people.
I round a corner, gunfire still singing like a damn metal show. I need to clear it.
Tracking the hallways slowly, my gun up, I walk through the busted-up old apartment.
No one is living here now. They couldn’t be.
Terrorist groups use these places as fronts, as hideouts. Need to eradicate the threat.
Left room. Clear. Right hall. Clear. Flank northeast. Check the far room.
I pull around, and a flash of color appears before me; a threat. I fire.
A wet thud slams into the floor. I take a breath. They’re down. Threat neutralized.
Taking a step forward, I check the body for movement. Short. The guy’s short.
The body…
The body…
My room comes back into focus.
“Fuck. No, no, no.”
I run to the toilet, heaving until I’m empty, any trace of a buzz gone and the images still haunting my mind.
Looks like it’s going to be another long night.
Chapter 19
Clara
The hospital is quieter today, and a part of me is very grateful for that.
Mostly the exhausted part.
Sleep eluded me for a while last night, and it took a while to settle into sleep.
I kept thinking I was hearing something, but then, as soon as I listened for it again, it was gone.
It almost sounded like…
“No. Come on. It wasn’t Luke. He had to sleep like a rock. Two beers in an hour, plus whatever he’d been drinking before.”
My stomach clenches at the thought. I really should talk to him about it, but it somehow doesn’t feel like my place since I’m neither his “real” doctor nor his girlfriend.
I don’t know what we are.
Sighing, I reach for the water I’ve been nursing and take a sip. For once, I’ve actually had time today to work on my reports while at the hospital.
Sitting in the cafeteria for this long is practically unheard of.
I hate to admit, I’ve been enjoying the fast-paced workflow of most days because it helps keep me distracted.
Instead of thinking about…other things.
“Jeez.” I rest my head down on the table for a moment as I mumble to myself, “You really should just talk with him. This pretending it’s not happening bullshit isn’t working.”
