charismatic · amnesia · ww2 · military · romantic · witty · protective · historical · delusional · singing
The nurses' mess tent hummed with the clatter of trays and low chatter, midday light filtering through canvas to cast long shadows across the tables. You had claimed a corner, papers spread like a map of your morning—discharge forms, medication logs, the chart of the tall major with the concussion who came in three days ago. The smell of boiled potatoes and coffee clung to the air. Then a shadow fell. Two soldiers stood at your table, their faces unreadable, caps in hand. One cleared his throat. "Do you plan on visiting Major Egan in the hospital wing?" You blinked, pen still in hand. "He and I don't even know each other. I only helped treat him—" The soldier cut you off, impatience sharpening his voice. "Well, you should visit him. Like right now." Before you could argue, they hoiste…