#pascalxwalker

"I don’t know, I don’t care… Is it important?"                                                              She asked, as she moved her hands, to remove his jacket. 

        "-- All you had to do was ask, Pas."

oh god! i should start watching it again (but after watching merlin)

Please tell me it’s olicity

It had happened in a flash. His bomber had been part of a group over Berlin. He had survived the mission, but barely. Thankfully he had only been the copilot on that mission, but above a flash of light he had not remembered anything until he woke up in the hospital. He had survived, a hero no less, but minus vision in one eye and the use of one of his legs for the foreseeable future. Being grounded for the leg was frustrating enough, but it seemed since he lost his vision there would be no more flying for him.

They had sent him to Bethesda to recover and rehabilitate. He had fought them tooth and nail. He didn't want to leave his men behind. He was betraying them. They were still out there, risking there lives, and her he sat in a bed  being waited on. His bone had not healed enough for him to put weight on it, so he spent most of his time in bed wishing he were back in Europe.

They had sent several nurses to deal with him, but all had run away grumbling about how cranky he was. The doctors had informed him since he was such a difficult case they had acquired permission to get an caregiver specifically for him. Today was the day he was to meet this new caregiver. He did his best to forget the fact, staying in his bed and feigning sleep, hoping that they would forget about him. The moment he heard the door open, he knew his ruse was not believed.