Thread: The Forgotten and The Changed (Raivh & Roses)

A cold wind sliced through the mountains like a knife, carving its way beneath the layers of clothing he wore in a vain attempt to keep warm. He'd done his best to clear away a patch in the snow, but even the rock beneath was like ice. His lips had turned blue in the cold as he peered through his scope, scanning the area for a target. He know they were out there. He just didn't know where they were hiding. As he adjusted his sight, he spotted her roaming with her dog. His mouth tried to form a smile over cracked, chapped lips, but it wound up looking something more like grimace. Nonetheless, seeing her down there hard at work made him very proud of her. Shifting in his secluded position, he decided to search the area just ahead of her. While he couldn't find mines from up here, he could at least pick off any living man or woman that dared do her harm. Reckford. The voice seemed far away. His head hurt. He didn't feel like waking up yet. Besides, the trumpet wasn't blaring nearby, so it wasn't time for him to get up yet. Reckford, wake up. Slowly, he came to, blinking and staring up at a bright light. He groaned as his eyes pinched closed again. Sir, it may take some time for him to fully come around. There it was again, that same voice, only this time it was louder. Blaine opened his eyes again and let his gaze drift to a man in a white coat standing at the side of the bed. Confused, Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and parted his lips to speak. The words that followed were weak. Hey, doc, what's going on? Did I get shot? Immediately, the doctor dropped his focus to his patient lying still on a hospital bed. He shook his head, No, Blaine, a bomb went off about ten feet from you. You look good, though. Instantly, Blaine's mind started to function, thoughts churning around as he tried to make sense of what he was being told. That wasn't possible. An explosion that close should have killed him. He lifted his hand and just barely brought his head off the cushion. Then how the fuck am I in one piece? he questioned, voice strained and raspy. Both brows rode high on his forehead now but were pinched together, forming a thin crease between them. The doctor looked at another man standing on the opposite side of the bed. Blaine hadn't bothered to search around the entire area yet. He was still trying to make sense of what he was being told and how he was feeling, which was pretty damn good for having just been blown up. With a grunt, he managed to prop himself up on his elbows and found himself staring up at Major Vincent Hough. Now, he was even more perplexed and he slumped back down onto the bed. There was a nurse that had slipped in. She was good, very stealthy. He'd barely noticed her toying with some mechanism off to this left. It's got to be a fucking dream, he mumbled before closing his eyes again, suddenly feeling very groggy again. He heard the doctor laughing, but couldn't bring himself to open his eyes again. No, Blaine, it's not a dream. We just made a few, he paused to search for the right word as he looked down at his patient. Blaine was wholly intact. Mostly anyway. It was a good thing he hadn't bothered to look at his feet. He was still a work in progress, but by the next time they allowed the sedative to wear off, he'd be whole again. A few modifications, the doctor finished, but Blaine was already unconscious. Modifications? Blaine thought as he drifted off again.