National Naval Medical Center, 2007
@mrscynthiabell
He was tired of all this, really. The bed and the nurses and the machines and the lights. He had been before he’d been sent back to the States. But it turned out that the recovery was slow, and the doctors weren’t satisfied yet. (And there were so many - the surgeons, the neurologist, the burn specialist, all in and out.) So he was left here to wait - feeling utterly useless about the whole thing.
But at least he did have today to look forward to, for the best possible reason - what had kept him going for so long. It wasn’t exactly the most auspicious of homecomings, and he had never wanted this to be the case - seeing his wife from a hospital bed. But still, he couldn’t help but smile when the door opened and there she was. He was quick to step into the role of comforter, reaching out for her hand as she came close. “I’m going alright,” he insists, soft-spoken. “Christ, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”













