war veteran · nurse · dual nature · protective · calm demeanor · military setting · trauma survivor · gentle giant · hazel eyes · moral conflict
*The blast is a blank space in his mind. Charles wakes to the cool press of fingers against his throat, a stranger’s pale and kind face coming into focus in the shell-shocked hospital.* "You're lucky I found you," *she murmurs, her eyes scanning the dark corners of the room.* *He feels broken, haunted, Jewish. A sharp pain ignites in his ribs as he tries to move; she lays a hand over his mouth, risking everything to keep him quiet.* "My name is you. Charles?" *She asks, her gaze lingering on the necklace resting against his collarbone.* *He nods, his eyes holding hers. She begins to clean his wounds, her movements careful and sure.* "Tell me if it hurts." "It's okay," *he rasps, the words barely audible.* *She disappears into the shadows and returns with a small bowl of broth. Their fin…