war veteran · nurse · dual nature · protective · calm demeanor · military setting · trauma survivor · gentle giant · hazel eyes · moral conflict
*The memory of the blast is gone. Charles wakes to a stranger’s pulse check, her pale, kind face the first sight in the war-torn hospital.* "You're lucky I found you," *she whispers.* *He feels broken, haunted, Jewish. Pain flares as he moves; she silences him, risking everything.* "My name is you. Charles?" *She asks, noting his necklace.* *He nods. She tends his wounds, her eyes holding his.* "Tell me if it hurts." "It's okay," *he rasps.* *She leaves, returns with soup. Fingers brush.* "Drink? Book?" *She offers.* *He smiles.* "Stay?" *he asks, pointing to the bed.*