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A Soldiers Honor
Part One: Awakening
© Olivia Colby 6/19/2013
Warning: There is mature content in this story; this is intended for readers 16+.
(Note: This is a story that I started for fun. It will be in parts to make it easier to read. If you like it let me know and what you liked about it. biggrin )
Hot desert air whipped about a motionless male figure. His loose clothing began to flap in the wind as a large gust swooped over the sandy dune once again. For hours the body had remained there, untouched and lifeless while the sun’s relentless heat beat down upon the dry earth. The man had already been stranded several days in the dry land so his body did what it thought was best at the time, and passed out.
Just then a cough managed to part from the man's chapped lips as he gasped for air. Slowly he opened his eyes and rolled onto his back with a grunt.
“No…” he wheezed, gradually sitting up. “This can’t be happening…”
A gust of wind kicked up and sent sand into his face and mouth. Barely having any energy to move, the man leaned his head to the side and spit in an effort to clear his mouth of the gritty earth then stood with a wobble. He turned around slowly and looked out over the horizon while bringing his hand up over his eyes. To his dismay there was nothing but desert all around, save the mirages that kept on blurring his vision.
“Damn it,” he swore angrily. He turned once again and looked in another direction but alas it was all the same; tall sandy dunes and hot sun with gusty wind.
From a distance a loud horn sound called out. For a split second the man’s heart leapt, hoping that help was on its way. Quickly he ran to the top of the dune he was on and looked out over the desert. As soon as he was at the top the horn sound echoed all around him. Almost elated he raised his hands and began waving and screaming as he turned around and around at every horn like call. He spent a good fifteen minutes doing this until he stopped and listened once again. Disappointment flickered in his eyes when he realized that it was only the wind rather Singing Sand, as the locals liked to call it. The man fell to his knees, completely defeated. How was he ever going to find a way back home or even survive? This desert was hundreds if not thousands of miles wide, hope was all but a passing memory the longer the sand danced around his sunburned feet.
Just then the loud beating sound of a helicopter peaked over the horizon, but the man did not move even when it was almost on top of him. The large chopper stopped about four feet from the ground before three men wearing fatigues dropped down to the desert floor and approached the man.
“It’s just another damn mirage…” he said to no one. “No one is coming for me out here in this godforsaken desert.”
“Sir?!” one of the soldiers yelled over the chopper noise.
“Now the mirages are talking to me…Great,” the man sighed as he flopped on to his back.
Another soldier leaned forward to get a good look at the man then looked back at his companions.
“Is it him?” the other asked.
“It’s him!” the soldier replied, giving them both a thumbs-up. “Let’s move him into the chopper before he passes out. Move move move!” The other two nodded and jumped into action as the three soldiers lifted the man and carried his limp body over to the hovering chopper. When they were settled inside, the helicopter took off into the sky and disappeared into the distance.
Several hours later the helicopter landed at a military base that was a long way off from where the strayed man was found. At that particular moment, his current condition went from bad to worse. Dehydration took its toll on him faster then the medic had anticipated, causing their entrance to the base to be a little more high profile then they wanted as they crashed through the double doors with the man in a stretcher.
“His pulse is weakening! Let’s move! Come on!” the medic yelled frantically.
“Get the hell out of the way!” the soldiers who were pushing the stretcher yelled at others as they rushed down the halls to the emergency room.
“I need an I.V. bag that has high amounts of electrolytes stat!” the medic ordered his subordinates as soon as they entered the large room. Quickly he began hooking up a small bag of potassium to the man’s arm after he disinfected it.
“What about cleaning him up first?” an assistant asked as she handed off the I.V. bag to the medic.
“That can wait. What I want to know is where’s the damn doctor?! He was here before I left and now he’s gone. What the heck is going on here?! This isn’t a vacation!” the medic fumed as he hooked up the I.V. bag.
“The doctor said that he had important business with the scientists in Sector B,” she squeaked, taking a step back.
“Sector B, my a**,” the medic spat while he grabbed his hand gun and shoved it into her hands. “Go find that son of a b***h and drag him back here. I don’t care if you have to use lethal force and he comes back limping with a bullet wound. That b*****d is going to help keep this man alive with or with out a bullet wound. It’s his choice.” With that he went back to tending to the dying man before him.
The assistant hesitated before she turned and bolted out of the room then across the hall to the elevator that went down into the earth. Quickly she pressed the number five and waited patiently. When the doors reopened, she stepped out into a white room with a single white reception desk that had a purple orchid planted in a white pot holder.
The woman behind the desk had similarly white hair that made it to where she almost blended in with the wall save her pair of ruby red glasses that peaked out over the monitor she was looking at.
“Can I help you?” she asked in a high noisily voice, snapping her gum loudly.
“I need Dr. Sholeman to come to the E.R. immediately,” the doctor’s assistant replied briskly.
“One second,” she told her while she picked up the phone, rolling her eyes as she did.
“Dr. Sholeman, you are needed in the E.R,” the woman said into the phone. “Uhuh…Well this seems like an emergency…Uhuh...Whatever you say Doc…” She dropped the receiver onto the base loudly then looked over at the assistant.
“He says he’s busy at the moment and that you can cover for him.”
The assistant shook her head. “I don’t think he get’s it. Tell me where he is and I’ll get him myself,” she said, taking out the hand gun. The woman notched her penciled eyebrow and snapped her gum with a smirk.
“Suit yourself, honey. Go through those doors and follow the hall until you reach the end then take a right and go down that hall until you reach the fifth door down.”
With a nod the assistant began to leave when the woman behind the desk stopped her.
“You’ll be needing these as well,” she said, shoving a key and a few pairs of gloves into her hand.
“What are these for?” the assistant asked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” the receptionist smirked.
The assistant shook her head and bolted down the hall then took a right and went right to the fifth door where she put the key in and slammed the door open to find Dr. Sholeman and one of the female scientists in the midst of a sexual climax.
“Oh for the love of…” the assistant began, finally understanding what the need for gloves were. She quickly crossed the room while putting on a some glove and pulled the two apart gruffly. “Get up and get dressed. You have a patient in the E.R. who’s on deaths door and you’re down here having sex with Colonel Jackson’s sister,” she fumed, holding up the pistol.
Sholeman looked down at the scientist and winked causing her to giggle, then rolled off her and began dressing slowly.
“We shall have to do this another time, my dear, I have work to do,” he sourly said, looking over at his assistant who was still holding the gun up. “You know that’s a serious-”
“Offense if it was not given to me as an order, which it has been by Colonel Jackson. Now get moving, you piece of trash,” she spat.
“Go on now, Matthew. I’m pretty sure that my brother has a good reason for sending down your assistant with a pistol,” the scientist smirked, slowly getting dressed herself.
“Alright alright. Don’t get your panties in a wad…” he groaned. Finally dressed he turned and kissed the scientist on the cheek then shoved passed the assistant. With a determined look in her eye, she followed behind, gun still in hand.
As the two came into view, the receptionist behind the desk watched in awe as the two entered the elevator and made their way to the top floor. Once there they crossed the hall and entered the E.R. where the medic, Colonel Jackson, was currently fighting to keep the man on the bed alive.
Upon seeing the man that was hooked up to multiple I.V.’s, Dr. Sholeman gaped.
“Is that who I think it is?” he asked.
“Yes it is. Christ Matthew, you look like a train hit you, what the hell happened? Did you fall again? You know what, no, I don’t even want to know right now. Just come help me,” Jackson replied irritably.
“********,” Sholeman swore as he washed up and began helping Jackson.
The two men worked diligently, asking the assistant every now and again for some help, until half an hour later the pulse finally began going back to normal. Both gave a sigh of relief as they sat and took a break.
“Had I known that this was the Commander, I wouldn’t have gone off like that.”
“Where the hell did you go anyway? Huh? I was stranded in here with out any help.” Jackson pushed.
“I had important business that needed to be sorted out,” Sholeman retorted.
The assistant scoffed and shook her head as she handed Jackson back his gun.
“If you call pile driving the female scientists in Sector B ‘business’ then you need to rethink your analysis, doctor,” she sourly said.
“Wait, you what? You were ******** the fricking scientists?!” Jackson roared, getting to his feet and grabbed Sholeman by the collar. “What the hell is wrong with you?! For the love of God, at least tell me you weren’t screwing my little sister.”
Sholeman looked silently to the side at the assistant with pleading eyes, but she would not show him mercy.
“Oh he was doing more then screwing her. He was making her sing,” the assistant hissed.
Jackson’s lip went into a thin line as he brought his right arm up into Sholeman’s jaw in a strong uppercut that sent the doctor flying into the counter behind.
The medic pointed angrily at him as he gritted his teeth.
“You stay away from my sister, you sick ********. Because of that, you get to stay here and watch over the Commander until he is at one hundred percent. If you leave here for anything but to eat, piss, s**t, and sleep, I’m going to put a bullet in your knee cap. You,” Jackson turned to the assistant and said more calmly, “you get to have the rest of the day off. Good work.”
The assistant looked down at the doctor and smirked as she and Jackson walked out of the E.R. and parted ways.
“s**t,” Sholeman swore, pounding his fist on the tiled floor. With a sigh, he stood and straightened out the counter space he fell on then sat in the chair across from the bed.
End of Part One
 Koduka · Wed Jun 19, 2013 @ 12:32pm · 3 Comments |
