DulcetFlux & creativemind [WWII]

[DulcetFlux]

"England," she answered quickly, forgetting that most of the men didn't even know where they were. She nodded. "Of course, I can't be sure of when I can sneak you out here so enjoy it while you have the time." She smiled kindly at him as she got up, a few blades of grass falling from her lap as she did. "Do you want to be alone?"

 

[creativemind]

"For just a bit", he nodded. He wanted time to think his situation through. He wanted to try to remember what exactly happened to he and his men as they pushed through the beach in France. His eyes dulled off as he went deep into thought seated in the chair. The light breeze and sunshine against his skin were healing him mentally more than any medicine could. His eyes focused on moment looking upward at her. "Thank you...", his voice trailed off into thought again.

 

[DulcetFlux]

She smiled at him gently as she patted off a few blades of grass from her skirt and nodded. "You're welcome, sir," she answered softly as she went to the other side of the garden, getting lost in her own thoughts about the sergeant and the other men confined within the convent.

 

[creativemind]

He relaxed back in the chair soaking in the fresh air and warm sunshine. It was a world different from the mayhem he had left on the battle field. The day was bright and warm. Mitchell allowed himself to think about the woman who had been so helpful and polite to him since he had arrived at the facility. He would sit for several minutes with his eyes closed deep in thought of what he had accomplished on the battlefield. After sitting for several minutes he began to move himself in the wheelchair back toward the doorway entering the wing of the church.

 

[DulcetFlux]

Anna had just been inside the church, kneeling at her usual pew, praying her usual prayers that the men would find healing and rest, that the war would end and that her family in France be safe. She got back up, slipping her rosary into her pocket to check on Sergeant Mitchell and to go back to her duties.


She saw him entering the church and smiled. "Last stop before going back upstairs?"

 

[creativemind]

He glanced over at her. He was a bit confused and amused at what he thought was clearly a bit of humor from her. Here he was having to push himself around in a wheelchair and she was asking him if he was headed upstairs. "Eventually...yes.", he chuckled a little as he responded. His blue eyes flashed toward her as he smiled wheeling himself into the church after having a cleansing breath of fresh air. "Let me know about the trip out to get a health kit. I'm sure a lot of these guys will be asking once they spring up a bit.", he glanced over to her again and smiled.

 

[DulcetFlux]

She blushed and smiled, realizing how silly her statement was once she saw the amused look on his face. She wanted to correct herself and say she meant him going back to his ward but she saw that he seemed to understand anyway.


She nodded at him, knowing how much it meant to him and the men to be able to get out and do something for themselves. "Of course. I'll ask if you can bring some men with you by then."

 

[creativemind]

"That'd be great", he spoke chuckling a little. He navigated himself around better each day with the wheelchair. It truly did take time to get used to as he began to wheel down the rows of beds stopping to speak with some of the soliders who seemed to want to talk. As men would heal, it would be harder to keep them entertained and settled into one place. Since playing cards or any dice games would be out of the question given they were inside of a church, the men began to chatter about to each other and offering support to those men just arriving. It became a collective effort to heal once the initial push of injured men began to heal.

 

[DulcetFlux]

Anna noticed how well the men were getting because of each day other's company. It was good to see that they had found a way to entertain each other while helping the others get better. It just bore a weight on her heart as she thought about the men who she'd grown attached to would soon be moving to the Dalton's halfway house. But it was better, of course than them never getting better.


She smiled one day as she received news and went to Sergeant Mitchell. He tapped on his shoulder to get his attention as he was speaking to the other men. "They said you can go with some men to the commissary. And that soon you'll be moving to the Daltons' summer house."


 
(Also, I'm sorry for the delayed replies. I should've mentioned earlier that I'm currently preparing for finals week.)

 

[creativemind]

Mitchell looked upward toward the direction of the tap on his shoulder, "Oh? Where is this...is it far?" His blue eyes gazed upward toward the woman now. His color was returning to more normal and less pale. He was growing healthier each day and some of the other men looked over at her as well awaiting information about where they would be moved. Mitchell felt good that some of them would be moved. It was motivating that they were healing and in less need of critical care. He would miss the woman though. He had grown a little fond of her since her eyes were the first he recalled seeing once he awoke in the place.

 

[DulcetFlux]

"The Dalton house?" She pondered on the thought for a while. She didn't really like to dwell on the idea of the men leaving so she didn't even bother to think about how far away they would be in a few weeks or months' time. She had grown close to them and had built friendships. "It's around a 3-hour trip from here. It's a bit farther into the cozy countryside."

 

[creativemind]

"Oh," he looked up at her. He was internally disappointed to be that far from her but happy to be moving forward in his healing. "Are you guys coming with us right?", he asked curiously but playfully as he turned his head toward the other men then back to her as they all nodded in agreement. Mitchell was naturally a leader and very internally a charismatic guy. His traits would slowly show as he healed and weaned off the powerful medications for pain.

 

[DulcetFlux]

"And leave the convent to the older sisters?" She gasped and neared to them with a playful smile. "They'd kill the men of boredom before their wounds even get sewn up," she whispered, hoping it wouldn't come across as an offensive quip. She stepped back and smiled. "But seriously speaking, they simply cannot run the convent all on their own," she said, thinking of the surge of young wounded men that came in every morning.

 

[creativemind]

Mitchell nodded the little bit of sadness within him swelling a tiny bit but he wheeled himself around. "We appreciate all this. We really do.", he spoke as he wheeled himself away from her in the moment. He worked his way down speaking with the men who were still bed ridden and ill. It was a disappointment to know he would be losing contact with her but then internally he chastised himself for having any attraction at all to the woman of the church.

 

[DulcetFlux]

Anna's smile fell when she saw how Sergeant Mitchell seemed disappointed by the news. She had grown a good friendship with him. Sometimes, it made her forget her responsibilities when she was allowed time to speak with the men and him. She wanted her friends to stay but she knew she couldn't stay there forever. She was just saddened to see a lot of them leave all at once, so suddenly.

 

[creativemind]

It would be at least several more days before he felt he was well enough to try to begin walking with the aid of a crutch. He lumbered around the bed sitting down in it to give himself a break from stirring around most of the day. Dinner would be served soon. His stomach grumbled loudly as he took a sip from the cup of water on his bedside table.

 

[DulcetFlux]

A few minutes later, Anna comes in and began to hand out dinner trays to the men. She stopped by Sergeant Mitchell's bed last and gave him his meal. "I appreciate what you do for the men... I really do..." She smiles. "It lifts their spirits up so much."

 

[creativemind]

"Thank you...", he took the dinner tray hungrily but he sat it on the small table he could pull across his bed as he sat up in the bed. "I could say the same about you..", he eyed the food and then back to her. His eyes left a longing glance across her although he knew it was inappropriate. "I know I won't forget you that's for sure. You're the first real person I remember ... well your eyes... I was so messed up on those tablets they gave me to focus really." He chuckled a moment and muffled it for silence as he looked at her in silent admiration.

 

[DulcetFlux]

She smiled at him. He also was special to her. Despite having taken care of a lot of men beore him, Sergeant Mitchell was one that she had bonded with more than the others. She sunk into the chair beside his bed with a huff from all the day's work. "I wish you and the men could stay here. The convent is more lively with all of you bustling about... But to wish you more time here is to wish you ill," she shrugged as she looked at him with her bright green eyes.

 

[creativemind]

"Well perhaps there's a way to keep some of us behind for morale....for the incoming.", he said looking toward her smiling. He secretly wanted to spend more time with her even though she was a woman of the church. Something about her drew him in more. "I guess this place is pretty quiet without a hundred men hollering and groaning about.", he chuckled a little and took a bite of the food from the tray.

 

[DulcetFlux]

"That does sound like a feasible proposition," she smiled. In her mind, she didn't want the men gone, especially the Sergeant who had gone out of his way to make her acquaitance. "I should ask my authorities if they would allow that but I doubt if any of the men would exchange a few months in an expensive estate for staying behind in this measly convent."

 

[creativemind]

"I would. I don't fit it too good on fancy duds.", he chuckled a little. "And I don't want to get used to it either...", he shifted a little in his bed as he took another few bites from his tray. He would clean the tray off and sit it to the side. "I'm guessing if its good enough for y'all its good enough for me too.", he shrugged a little. "I know I'm not supposed to ask you any questions but I'm kinda curious when'd you decide to do all.... this ya know?", he spoke smoothly as he gestured with his hands.

 

[DulcetFlux]

"Who ever told you you weren't allowed to ask anything?" She chuckled. "The affinity to the church usually scares people, I guess..." She thought for a while. Her past and the reasons why she was at the convent were never supposed to disclose but she chose to tell just half of the story. "I entered just a bit before the war. It was to help me find purpose for my life."

 

[creativemind]

"Big change.", he nodded. "I guess I don't know a who h...", he paused a moment as he stammered off a swear word, "Sorry, uh, what I was saying..I don't know a lot about it. Just you know what I've heard its a big dedication...kind of like joining the military I guess. In a way..maybe..", he smiled a little as he spoke trying to draw the only comparison he could think of at the moment. He understood they dedicated their lives to the church and from what he knew it was a serious commitment that prevented them from having any relationship outside of the church. His mind was swimming as he spoke with her.

 

[DulcetFlux]

"It is, really," she chuckles. "There's dedication involved and a lot of tough choices to make." With a sigh she collected his collected his tray. "If you don't mind, I'll ask you some things..." She paused and gave him a genial smile first. "First is why did you choose to serve the country like this? You're a Sergeant... Definitely it was by your choice and not by the necessity of war... And secondly, why do you see, so intimidated when you talk to me?" She laughed in a friendly tone and waited for his response.