"Man Down!" I barely heard Captain Hamilton yell. Getting shot does not feel good at all. Being covered in mud doesn't make it any better . " Jackson .. son can you hear me....... Jackson can you hear me" was the last thing I heard before seeping into an unconscious state.
Two weeks later.
"Ahh Jackson I see you are awake now."
"Where am I ?" Groaning out
"At the bases icu." Lt. Darrel said patting my thigh. "Since your awake now, they are going to have to move you to the other headquarters. You know it's a miracle you survived. Most men don't survive two bullet wounds to the chest." He finished off calling in the doctor and some nurses.
After a few minutes later a nurse pushed me in the headquarters. Of course this would be segregated. She put me in a bed close to the black soldiers.
"Sorry that you have to sleep near the negroes. All the beds furthest away were taken." she said helping me in the bed.
"It's fine." I answer back and dose off.
After about a week I was still in pain. I can't really move or my stitches will come undone. I feel like if I don't get out this bed I'm going to kill someone, even myself. I can't stand it anymore.
My thoughts were cut off by an angelic voice. "Now Marvin, you stay here and get some rest. You should be fine by the end of the week okay." I looked over in the colored section to see the beautiful woman that owned the voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her nurse uniform complimenting her curves and her milk chocolate skin. My mouth watering just looking at her. To my displeasure she walked away.
"Ain't she a beauty?" someone said beside me. I looked over to see who the voice belonged to. A built looking fella with my same complexion and strawberry blond hair. "But I have my own beauty back in the states. My names Gabriel Lincoln."
"Arthur Jackson. And she is." I reply back.
"Yeah but I got my own chocolate drop back at home. Wanna see a picture ?" he said reaching in his pockets. He handed the picture to me. She was certainly a looker. But someone else has already taken my heart.
"She is beautiful" I gave him the picture back.
"Yep that's my Delilah." he said going back to sleep. I fell asleep with the beautiful nurse on my mind.
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Stand By Me Interracial *Short story*
RomanceGetting to the end of world war 2. An injured 24 year old Soldier Arthur Jackson never knew the war could be so gruesome, including to the point were he wanted to take his life. When 23 year old nurse Cora Wilson is sent to the medical headquarters...
