#mjr-celliers

[paul-przygodski]

@mjr-celliers - starter

If there was one thing that no soldier ever wanted to happen to themselves, besides being killed or captured, it was getting lost. Especially when it was extremely cold. Paul had lost his bearings during a particularly snowy blizzard, he could no longer hear the voices of his unit up ahead and he stopped to try to listen. 

What direction was he meant to go now?  He tried to call out, but all he could hear was the howling wind throwing his voice back into his face. He shivered, it was getting too cold to stand in one place for too long. So he began to walk again, hoping against hope that he was heading in the right direction. Surely he would catch up to the others soon..

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"There's always hope. It's just... very hard to find sometimes." Anna reached out and very gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "It will show up eventually."

“Hope? There’s no hope here.“

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"This is going to hurt a little bit, I'm sorry." Anna poured some of the water onto her hand before gently placing it over his ribs. Once upon a time, she would have been able to do this without the help of the water, but being mostly human had dulled some of her magic.

Her brows were furrowed and her tongue stuck out a bit as she concentrated on healing his bruised ribs. Her hands slid gently across his abdomen, leaving a warmth in their wake. "I... don't know why I'm here," she answered. There wasn't much point in lying when she was in the middle of healing him with magic. "Maybe it's to help you, maybe there isn't a reason."

Jack may have been in too much pain to be dreaming, but Anna wasn't prepared to rule out that option for herself quite yet. She bit her lip and wiped her hands off on her skirt when she had finished with his ribs. "Does that feel any better?"

He really didn’t know what to think. Perhaps he was dreaming but his body hurt too much for that to be the case. Nothing hurts in a dream. So then, it had to be somehow real. Or delusional. Jack hadn’t ever faced that kind of possibility before, so he had no idea how to to deal with it except to either ignore her or play along. Since she was only offering him assistance, playing along didn’t feel as if it would harm him too much. 

For whatever reason, wherever her hand moved it started to feel less painful. His ribs were bruised, his back was lacerated from the whips and he was dehydrated and hungry. It made his body weak but his spirit was still strong, defiant as ever until his final breath, that was Jack. He was peculiar to the Japanese soldiers, they believed him to be some kind of demon. Naturally, he did not deny it.

“Mostly my ribs and my back.. but.. why are you here? Who sent you?”