Letters From You
I'll Be Your Friend
January 4th 1944 The war has gotten to its worst. We have lost a lot of men. I can’t even keep tack of how many anymore. I just keep treating them as best I can when they show up. Lately I have had a handful of British Marines through my camp. I don’t think they know whose side is whose anymore they are just looking for help. Either way everyday, night whenever is a blood bath. I don’t see an end to this war anytime soon.
“nurse nurse we need help over here!” It was another group of British marines they rushed in with another’s arms draped over their shoulders. They all looked young no older than 20. The two walking were brunettes the one in their arms had bright blonde hair I could see it peaking from underneath his helmet.
“just set him down on that bed over there” I instructed they laid him down easily. If there is one thing this war has done it is help me learn a bunch more English.
“we know this isn’t our camp but we haven’t got a nurses station for miles and he needs help” one of them explained
“it’s okay. We have lots of British troops on here. We help everyone”
“thank you” they both shook my hands and darted back out the tent. I turned my attention over to the one they left on the bed. He was beaten up and had a good couple deep wounds all of which were still spilling out blood the worst was on his leg. I reached over for tweezers, a suture and gauze to close up the wound. I dumped nearly half a bottle of alcohol on the rag to help numb the pain as I quickly sutured it up and wrapped it in gauze. I tempered his forehead with my hand he was very warm. Probably a fever. I placed a cool wet rag on his forehead and set aside aspirin for him. Before I could look at his dog tags to see his name another soldier was rushed in.
Niall POV (6 hours later)
I could feel an aching pain in my leg. As I was finally out of dazed slumber. The last thing I remember was being with Harry and Liam then it was blank. I peered my eyes open only to see the face of the prettiest dame I ever saw dabbing my forehead with cool water. She had big brown eyes, a soft warm smile and she was wearing all white.
“am I in heaven?” I mumbled leaning up on the bed. She just smiled and passed me over a glass of water “no your very much alive.”
I slowly sipped it down. her voice had a thick Italian accent. Not a good sign since I am alive. “Where am I?”
“nurses station. Your friends brought you in if they wouldn’t have you would have died from either blood loss o the fever you had . I promised to help you.”
“you could be killed for that”
she shook her head no “I help many other soldiers from everywhere it’s my oath I took. And so many people pass through no one bothers”
“well thank you very much miss.” I turned my body from the edge and attempted to get up
“no no stay put” she replied helping me lay back down “you need to rest more”
“yeah but you said I’m alive and that means the war is still going. So I have to get back and fight. I’m sure I’ve rested enough doll”
“I don’t recommend it.” I could see her eyes look over to my dog tags “Private Horan. You do want to make it out of this war alive don’t you?”
“I want to and I will” I affirmed preparing to get back up off the bed
“just stay until morning. It’s the dead of night it will be safer for you to get back in the morning.”
I sighed I didn’t want to stay the quicker I left the quicker I would be safe behind my own lines. But she was right it is dark. “I can stay till daylight. But this ain’t me chickening out”
(Giovanna POV)
When I saw my British soldier had awoken I got a bit more excited than normal. Usually they don’t wake up before my eyes. But this guy did. He had a sweet smile, bright blue eyes and a wonderful Irish accent a dreamboat overall. His first intent after waking up once I assured him that it isn’t heaven was to get up and get going. I was drawn to him for some reason. So I convinced him to say until sunlight. Luckily the nights were a lot slower here. At least tonight was. Lucky for me.
“so you got a name miss or do I call you nurse?” He asked leaning up on his elbow
“Giovanna Dontini. What about you soldier do you just go by Private Horan do you have a first name?”
“please to meet you, and yes I’m Niall, Niall Horan.” He stretched out his free hand and shook mine
“the pleasures all mine soldier. I couldn’t help but wonder why an Irish fella like you is a British marine”
“I moved to England from Ireland when I was six, got recruited for the marines right after high school. What about you? I’m sure a gal like you is someone’s old lady you don’t need to be wt war ”
“not yet. Was trying to find me a military fella” I joked “not really I thought I should do my part”.
“well either way you found them, a bunch.”
“just need one good one to really sweep me off my feet.”
“well back during training I was always one to have a broom in my hand” he commented a sky smile on his face
I giggled all soldiers had a way of trying to charm me but he was so far the best. “Are all Western Europeans this charming?”
“us Irish men are the most charming.”
“you’re girl back home is lucky to have you then” I smiled reaching over for a new towel to drape on his forehead he was still running a fever.
“Haven’t got one. Like you said still trying to find the right gal. My buddies always tease be about it what with them having wives and kids”
“I’m guessing the two who brought you in? Two tall guys brown hair young.”
“Harry and Liam yeah those are the two. Best buds a guy can ask for. Met me em at basic training almost 3 years in October” He pulled out a tattered photo from his pocket and showed it to me “this was us”
the picture showed both boys from earlier and Niall in what looks like their dress uniform. All big smiles on there faces. They all couldn’t be any older than 17 in this picture. “good to have friends when you’re at war. I only have the other nurses when they’re here and my family’s letters” I replied tempering his forehead again “you are a lot cooler now. Your fever must be going down”
“I can be your friend.” He replied
“really?”
“yeah until I leave out tomorrow you and me were pals. Deal?” He stretched out his hand
“deal” I smiled shaking his hand
“nurse nurse we need help over here!” It was another group of British marines they rushed in with another’s arms draped over their shoulders. They all looked young no older than 20. The two walking were brunettes the one in their arms had bright blonde hair I could see it peaking from underneath his helmet.
“just set him down on that bed over there” I instructed they laid him down easily. If there is one thing this war has done it is help me learn a bunch more English.
“we know this isn’t our camp but we haven’t got a nurses station for miles and he needs help” one of them explained
“it’s okay. We have lots of British troops on here. We help everyone”
“thank you” they both shook my hands and darted back out the tent. I turned my attention over to the one they left on the bed. He was beaten up and had a good couple deep wounds all of which were still spilling out blood the worst was on his leg. I reached over for tweezers, a suture and gauze to close up the wound. I dumped nearly half a bottle of alcohol on the rag to help numb the pain as I quickly sutured it up and wrapped it in gauze. I tempered his forehead with my hand he was very warm. Probably a fever. I placed a cool wet rag on his forehead and set aside aspirin for him. Before I could look at his dog tags to see his name another soldier was rushed in.
Niall POV (6 hours later)
I could feel an aching pain in my leg. As I was finally out of dazed slumber. The last thing I remember was being with Harry and Liam then it was blank. I peered my eyes open only to see the face of the prettiest dame I ever saw dabbing my forehead with cool water. She had big brown eyes, a soft warm smile and she was wearing all white.
“am I in heaven?” I mumbled leaning up on the bed. She just smiled and passed me over a glass of water “no your very much alive.”
I slowly sipped it down. her voice had a thick Italian accent. Not a good sign since I am alive. “Where am I?”
“nurses station. Your friends brought you in if they wouldn’t have you would have died from either blood loss o the fever you had . I promised to help you.”
“you could be killed for that”
she shook her head no “I help many other soldiers from everywhere it’s my oath I took. And so many people pass through no one bothers”
“well thank you very much miss.” I turned my body from the edge and attempted to get up
“no no stay put” she replied helping me lay back down “you need to rest more”
“yeah but you said I’m alive and that means the war is still going. So I have to get back and fight. I’m sure I’ve rested enough doll”
“I don’t recommend it.” I could see her eyes look over to my dog tags “Private Horan. You do want to make it out of this war alive don’t you?”
“I want to and I will” I affirmed preparing to get back up off the bed
“just stay until morning. It’s the dead of night it will be safer for you to get back in the morning.”
I sighed I didn’t want to stay the quicker I left the quicker I would be safe behind my own lines. But she was right it is dark. “I can stay till daylight. But this ain’t me chickening out”
(Giovanna POV)
When I saw my British soldier had awoken I got a bit more excited than normal. Usually they don’t wake up before my eyes. But this guy did. He had a sweet smile, bright blue eyes and a wonderful Irish accent a dreamboat overall. His first intent after waking up once I assured him that it isn’t heaven was to get up and get going. I was drawn to him for some reason. So I convinced him to say until sunlight. Luckily the nights were a lot slower here. At least tonight was. Lucky for me.
“so you got a name miss or do I call you nurse?” He asked leaning up on his elbow
“Giovanna Dontini. What about you soldier do you just go by Private Horan do you have a first name?”
“please to meet you, and yes I’m Niall, Niall Horan.” He stretched out his free hand and shook mine
“the pleasures all mine soldier. I couldn’t help but wonder why an Irish fella like you is a British marine”
“I moved to England from Ireland when I was six, got recruited for the marines right after high school. What about you? I’m sure a gal like you is someone’s old lady you don’t need to be wt war ”
“not yet. Was trying to find me a military fella” I joked “not really I thought I should do my part”.
“well either way you found them, a bunch.”
“just need one good one to really sweep me off my feet.”
“well back during training I was always one to have a broom in my hand” he commented a sky smile on his face
I giggled all soldiers had a way of trying to charm me but he was so far the best. “Are all Western Europeans this charming?”
“us Irish men are the most charming.”
“you’re girl back home is lucky to have you then” I smiled reaching over for a new towel to drape on his forehead he was still running a fever.
“Haven’t got one. Like you said still trying to find the right gal. My buddies always tease be about it what with them having wives and kids”
“I’m guessing the two who brought you in? Two tall guys brown hair young.”
“Harry and Liam yeah those are the two. Best buds a guy can ask for. Met me em at basic training almost 3 years in October” He pulled out a tattered photo from his pocket and showed it to me “this was us”
the picture showed both boys from earlier and Niall in what looks like their dress uniform. All big smiles on there faces. They all couldn’t be any older than 17 in this picture. “good to have friends when you’re at war. I only have the other nurses when they’re here and my family’s letters” I replied tempering his forehead again “you are a lot cooler now. Your fever must be going down”
“I can be your friend.” He replied
“really?”
“yeah until I leave out tomorrow you and me were pals. Deal?” He stretched out his hand
“deal” I smiled shaking his hand
Notes
So this is my second fanfiction. I'm working on. I would love some honest feedback. My character page for this one is a work in progress :)
Oh how I miss this story! Genuinely one of the most creative and well written one I've read! I hope you continue on with it :)
4/12/15