Mouth, soothing his throat as it rushes down. Places her hand under his head, and gently lifts his head, an involuntary groan escaping his mouth.Ĭup is placed to his lips and tilted, and the lukewarm water floods into his Watches the nurse stand up and make her way towards the other side of the room, Tries to speak, but the only noise produced is a dry croak, his throat in Person’s face, a spark of recollection goes though his mind. Person dressed in white and grey comes into focus. Light floods into his vision, causing temporary blindness.Īfter a couple of seconds, his eye adjusts, and a slightly fuzzy image of a Turns his head slightly and carefully opens one eye, the lid stuck to his faceīy congealed blood. Wincing at the pain that shoots through his face, he Through his mind, a recollection of more peaceful times, from what feels like Voice is vaguely familiar, but he can’t place it.
Hears his named being called once more, this time the tone more soft, the sound Will leave him alone, his head throbbing with waves of pain. ❝ Friedhelm… ❞ Her voice is softer this time, sadder, ❝ What happened to you? Who did this? ❞įriedhelm vaguely hears his name being called, and ignores it, hoping that whoever it is He has clearly been beaten and it breaks her heart to see him like this.
Nonetheless, her brow soon creases into a worried frown as she sits at his bedside and inspects his injuries- dark, angry bruises cover his face, and one eye is so swollen he can barely open it. It is something reminiscent of the girl she once was, the girl she had left behind in Berlin. ❝ Friedhelm! ❞ Her tone of voice, usually so harsh, turned stern by the scenes of war around her, suddenly possesses an joyful air to it. He looks like hell, but Charly reminds herself that at least he is still breathing. But Friedhelm is alive, he is here, he is lying in a hospital bed. She can remember so vividly now, the rainy Sunday afternoons, the careless summer days, and most of all, she remembers the night that the Winter brothers had left Berlin, the 2,000 km that had separated them. Her eyes lay upon him and he looks like home.
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