There
A drabble and a bit
By Numnut
7 Dec 2003

The world floated, and it was time.

Time to wake, time to face the pain, time find out what the hell he’d done to himself this time.

It was an all too familiar scenario.

He knew he was in the infirmary, in the distance he could hear the soft beeps and whirrs of the machinery, so annoying, yet so beckoning.

He knew it was going to hurt.

It always did.

But there was one thing he could rely on. One light at the end of a tunnel of pain.

Another sound intruded on his thoughts. The soft click-clack of high heels on concrete.

And he knew.

Without doubt.

That she would be there. Soft, brown eyes quietly reassuring, hiding their own pain.

“It’s time to wake up, Colonel.”

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FIN