My Dearest Blue

Worst Nightmare

Sofia's POV...
It was raining Heavily outside as I dirtied my shoes through the thick runny mud of the forest. I can't remember where I was. Or how I got here. I ran for miles it felt like. As I peeped cautiously through the trees to see a burned down base and the stench of rotting bodies. I carefully crept into the left behind base and looked down as I noticed a pair of dog tags that had Harry's name on it . I picked it up and ducked as a stray bullet flew right above my head. Seconds later shots rang out. I shoved the photo into my nylons as I nearly slipped into the rapid creek below me. Before they got closer I jumped into the river and let the current drag me up stream. Startled by the lifeless bodies floating around and being washed away with the current.
I grabbed on to a tree root and pulled myself up out of the water and ran for my life. Before tripping and stumbling into the wet grass. The sound thunder and bullets made me shake. As the frigid rain drenched me more so. It was another enemy base it looked like. As it were still dark out. I noticed it had been raided since the smell of fire, dead bodies and petrol was still fresh. The further I stepped onto the base. I felt something dip beneath my foot. As I picked it up and read it. It was a letter from Harry. As I tried to read the soggy paper.
"Dear Victoria, Just know that I am somewhere safe. I Hope to see you soon. Love H."  " 5 March 1942" the date read.
As it's been a year since I saw him last.
Today's The 6th I said to myself. As I saw something that might have looked familiar as I crept further onto the base. Avoiding the smell from the rotting bodies of Englishmen trying not to trip over them. As soon as I realised who it was. I was frozen in my tracks. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing was true. So I ran to him. Out of panic I called for help. As I could tell he was cold and lifeless. I didn't want it to be true. So I rolled him over to his back. But his lips were blue as old blood stained the side of his cheek. His skin was a lot paler. I didn't know what I was able to do to be able to help him. I held him close in my arms and wept. Kissing his forehead hoping that he was just injured.
Seeing the bloodied spot from his fatal wound.
As a loud crack of thunder and lightning made me jump. I heard him cough. As his breathing sounded very faint. I saw another wound on his lower abdomen and one above his shoulder. How is he still alive I thought as the thought of it had calmed my nerves. I stopped crying and told him that I loved him. Out of memory from being a nurse for a short period. I removed two of the "lesser" fatal bullets that wounded him. And cleaned out the holes and stitched them. His eyebrows moved a little as he was conscious enough to feel what I was doing. Why didn't I check for a pulse earlier?. I said to myself.
Harry can you hear me?. I asked quietly as I moved my sopping went Hair from my face. He still looked paler than usual.
"help me" he said faintly
"Hurts"  "fucking germans "
He said. As I ripped open his uniform shirt and tore a piece from my dress to clean out and fix the wound in his chest. I grabbed the medical tools needed to take out the bullet slowly and carefully without killing him from infection. I cleaned out the wound and kept it dry enough to stitch it back up. I grabbed some medical rags and wrapped it around the area to prevent any bleeding or threat of an infection. It had been hours since I sat there with him in my arms. Shivering cold from the rain that hasn't stopped. I saw headlights off in the distance as the rain had continued to pour. Seeing that it was an ambulance. They parked the truck and were looking for survivors obviously. As I developed a cold from
Being wet in the frigid rain. Sitting in old blood from various bodies including Harry. I could feel his pulse. But not enough to tell how long he was able to hang on. As long as I could hear him breathing I knew he would be okay. As I had mistakenly fallen asleep and woke up in an infirmary. It was a much bigger base from what it looked like. The second time during this war I've woken up in an estranged place in another hospital bed. Wondering where Harry was and if he was alright. I wasn't sure if the stitches and removal of the bullets saved his life or not. He was closer to death than I imagined by the time I found him. I still had his dog tags around my neck. While I was laying here in an infirmary full of sick and critically injured British soldiers. I thought to myself, why was I here?. Why am I hooked up to fluids and morphine and such?. I'm not in any pain?. As I called for a nurse. She turns around and tends to my need and greets me like any commoner would When I was in Spain. "Yes, Your Highness?. " she says
Why am I hooked up to all these fluids?. I don't need them?. I answered
She smiles and nods