Rocket-Jumpers

"I'm sorry." He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted. I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though… but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away. It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over. I slide the helmet off Jane's head. H