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The air was thick and dull, it felt as if it were trapped rather than free and lightweight. In the trenches of the battlefield, Stanley Snyder, 26 years old, stood still or rather he laid still; In the prone position that he's in, the sniper's weight was handled by the tripod under it but even with that, his hands felt heavy with blood stains; The cries of his enemies filled the air as the blond swiftly performs his duty as a military man.
The man doesn't enjoy doing this in the slightest. Yes he joined the military, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he enjoyed killing others. Rather he felt an emptiness swirling inside of him whenever he had to slaughter these strangers that the universe had decided that they've lived enough already. He knows that those people he had just mercilessly slaughtered had a family and possibly a good life, but he chooses to ignore those thoughts as empathizing or sympathizing with the enemy were considered “weak” to his standards. It's not his problem that they were unlucky enough to meet the bullet that would end their life; He didn't care for them at all, all he really cares about is cigarettes and Xeno.
Xeno.
I wonder what he's doing right now. Stanley thought to himself as he aimed for his enemy's head.
He felt a sharp pain in his deltoid. The pain screamed at him and started to gush out red liquid. Stanley was confused.
“CAPTAIN!” he heard someone shout out, that voice felt familiar but his brain was in a blank state as of the moment.
As the melody of the guns and screaming soldiers cursed his ears for a few milliseconds, it had hit him. He was shot. The red liquid gushing out of him was blood. And suddenly he felt a pair of small hands in his left ankle pulling him down, causing him to fall down into a much more shielded and lower area.
Stanley was in a higher area than his fellow soldiers due to him having to snipe, though the surrounding walls shielded and hid him from previous enemies, it surely was a bit obvious that a sniper was hidden inside that old abandoned building that Stanley and a few other soldiers were in though.
As he was pulled down by the mystery soldier, he hit his head in one of the boxes of ammo and guns. The box was closed and thankfully it hadn't caused him to bleed, but it did leave a purplish mark, just like the purple lipstick that occupied his lips, but a bit darker.
“MAYA THE CAPTAIN HAS BEEN SHOT!” The same voice shouted again. He knows that voice but his brain didn't feel like thinking about who that soldier is at all. His body ached due to him hitting the ground after he was pulled down, his head had a horrible purplish mark that's probably going to stay for a while, and most importantly he was shot. Even though his brain wasn't thinking of moving he slowly, but surely turned his head to the shouting soldier, and to his surprise it was Charlotte.
The young newbie who had admired him. The one whose eyes still had a glimmer of light despite being in the military.
What was she doing here? Didn't she just arrive a few months ago? And more importantly why does she look… older? more tired?
“I'll take care of the captain, stay here and stand firm!” A different voice ordered, In Stanley's head something felt odd, as if the lights were turning down. He continued staring at Charlotte, as he was carried by another soldier who he had assumed was the Maya person that Charlotte was calling. He hadn't felt the sensation of being carried, rather he was much more focused on something.
Could this be the end? Stanley cried out in his head. It can't be. No it can't.
He laid there in Maya's arms. She was panicking, hyperventilating, shaking even as she ran. Of course Stanley didn't feel any of that nor did he hear anything. All he could feel was. Nothing.
The pain in his body eventually became unbearable as minutes passed by. His eyes felt heavy and his body screamed for him to take a rest. Even if it was just for a while. Maybe a 5 minute sleep wouldn't hurt at all?
I'll just rest my eyes for a bit…
Beep... Beep... Beep...
A random beeping filled the room, and after it had filled the room it filled the injured man's mind. The beeping wasn't really an issue for him; He's built up a tolerance for loud noises somehow.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
That sound was really annoying him at this point. It wasn't loud but it surely knew how to get into his skin.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Maybe it was an alarm?
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Ugh.
A pair of amber eyes appeared only to disappear again as blinding white lights terrorized those eyes.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Oh right. How could he forget? He woke up to stop that stupid sound that kept disrupting his peace. The amber eyes slowly reappeared, and a pair of muscular arms shielded those pretty eyes from those lights that were harassing his eyes. Using all the energy he had, he tried sitting. He was exhausted, fatigued even but he kept on trying to sit up, determined to find the source of the annoying beeping sound.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
He was finally able to sit, though his posture wasn't great, It was enough for him at the moment. The man swiftly went onto his next quest of finding that stupid beeping sound. Amber eyes searched the room and was immediately locked into the source of the sound and it was a. Heartbeat monitor..?
Beep… Beep… Beep…
He was shocked. Why was he here? What happened? He looked around the room again only to realize that this was a hospital room.
Suddenly another noise appeared and the now fully conscious man straightened his back and searched for the noise. It didn't take him a while to find the noise, he easily found it like he was a pro at it. Huh weird?
“I see that you're awake,” the girl standing at the door wearing blue scrubs said.
“You've been in a coma for 4 weeks now. You've been shot in your deltoid.”
Shot? Why was he shot? What did he even do? More importantly, who even was he?
“Why… Why was I shot?” The Blond man questioned.
“I see that you don't remember much. It must be due to the severe stress and because of the head injury you had. Either way we'll check for any more underlying issues that you might have in a few minutes.” The tired nurse told him, before swiftly closing the door at him leaving the confused man alone.
Severe stress? Head injury?? He was dumbfounded. How could those things happen when he can't remember them? Now not only was he left alone, he was left alone with a billion thoughts and unanswered questions he had. He wondered if some of the nurses could answer them during his tests later.
A few hours have passed by after they checked him for any more issues he had. The nurses and his appointed doctor had already left, leaving him all alone in that room, again. He didn't expect it to take so long but he endured all of it and obeyed without a single retort. He had learned a few things about the person he was.
Stanley Snyder. Military man. 26 years old. What an interesting life that person had. Injured in the battlefield and fell into a deep coma for 4 weeks.
Even after sleeping all those weeks though, the body he was in still felt tired. He had asked his doctor about it whilst they were testing him and the doctor said to him that it was normal and that his body was still recovering from being in the military. The lack of proper sleep, actually good food, and the constant stress he regularly encountered during his time really took a toll on his body, mentally and physically. He didn't clearly remember what some of those felt like but at least it gave an explanation onto why he was so tired.
He stared at the ceiling that no longer emitted those bright lights that had greeted him when he first woke up. He was lost in thoughts and his body felt weird somehow. Why does it feel weird? Why does it feel like this body didn't belong to him? He laid down in his hospital bed deep in thought.
Even as he was falling asleep he couldn't shake off this uneasy feeling that his body didn't feel right. Heck, he didn't even know if this was his own body. It felt like he was a ghost that decided to take over an empty vessel.
Stanley, who was so deep in his thoughts didn't even realize that he was falling asleep. He was just confused? This random body that he was attached to felt so heavy, It was so heavy that eventually it dragged him down into a deep slumber.
The door creaked slowly. Light entered the dark room as a dark clothed man entered the room. Xeno H. Wingfield—tall, not as tall as the blond but still tall, his eyes were black like coal,hair and skin both paper white—slowly walked towards the sleeping beauty, tip-toeing making sure he doesn't wake him up.
The sleeping beauty snored like he just finished a 24 hour shift. The pale man was close to him, close enough to hear those snores on maximum volume. The blond, without even realizing, earned an earnest little laugh from Xeno.
Whilst placing a pale hand unto the tanned blond's cheek, the man smiled gently and stared at the beauty in front of him intently.
It was a gentle display of affection. One that the sleeping beauty couldn't feel as he was deep in his sleep.
His eyelashes were long and his lips were plump and shone in a natural pretty pink. If it weren't for his muscular build he would've passed as a tall woman. The white haired man stared at the beauty sleeping right in front of him. Oh he wanted to kiss that pretty face on the lips so badly after finding out that he finally woke up from that dreadfully long coma he had. But he knew that if the man woke up, he would've been weirded out by the sudden kiss of a man whom he possibly doesn't remember at all. But of course, his greed overtook him but not fully though, just a bit.
He placed his pale lips to the forehead of the sleeping beauty, and quickly pulled away so that goldilocks wouldn't wake up. He wanted to cherish that kiss and to let his lips stay like that for at least one whole minute. But he didn't want his sleeping beauty to be startled and to have a bad first impression on him.
He knew that his love had amnesia, the nurses told him before entering the room, but to him that was better than what he feared.
He caressed Stanley's cheek whilst staring intently at him— all of the sudden— the man who was sleeping so deeply moved closer to the hand caressing his face. This caused Xeno's face to lit up, making his soft gentle smile become a big ear to ear grin.
Could it be that his body remembers and reacts to my physical display of affection due to muscle memory? I had caressed his face before and this was the standard reaction that he mainly chooses, or rather, it was the reaction his body chose for him. Xeno thought to himself. He hadn't done much research or study on medical science, but he was a genius with all things science. And fortunately, Stanley's condition was a problem that only science could solve, one that Xeno could solve.
Xeno then slowly removed the hand caressing the other man's cheek. It hurt him to do this but sleep was slowly overtaking his systems. If he kept that sweet, heart warming act of caressing the man's cheek, then he would've passed out holding onto him. Not quite an elegant situation, especially if the blond were to wake up before him.
So, he slowly started walking towards the couch that was facing the side of the hospital bed that he saw in the corner of his eye. It's not comfortable but it will do for Xeno. He laid down in the coach, still in his work clothes, and stared at sleeping beauty as sleep slowly overtook him.