InsaneJournal

Who: David Katz and Open
What: Arrival and gunshot wounds
Where: The hospital
When: Early Sunday
Trigger Warnings: Blood, War, Derogatory Vietnam War Slang


Chaotic.

That had to be the best way to describe the Valley, especially on nights like this one when the Chas were on their ass, popping out of little crevices in the boonies that they were far more familiar with. David had gotten used to the chaos in a way, despite the fact that he and Klaus were mostly on CAP duties.

In the mad rush to gather their gear and fall into line, Dave made sure to fall in behind Klaus (even if that meant gathering his things a little slower). He worried for Klaus when there was combat, if only because Klaus seemed to constantly forget the things he should have learned in basic training. They dropped into the hole, and Dave was quick to settle his weapon. A barrage of shots caused dirt to fly up into the air, and for a moment, he could hear Klaus’ nervous laughter ringing in his ear.

There was a few seconds between each volley of bullets, and in the seconds of quiet… that’s when he felt it. The sting of something hitting his back. Dave dismissed it, for a split second, as a pebble that had landed on him do to the upchuck of soil. The pain quickly grew more intense, almost seemed to rip completely through him as the next volley started. It couldn’t be a bullet, it was coming from the wrong direction.

The pain grew white hot though, and he felt the warmth of the blood. And the sun, the sun was damn near blinding and he had to blink.

… why the fuck was he seeing the sun, it was the middle of the damn night at base. It was quiet. And he was having trouble with his breath, and his uniform was sopping with it now, wasn’t it? He fell to his knees (when the hell had he stood up?), as pain gripped at him.

He felt someone grab him by his elbow. He heard them try to speak to him, but it was muffled and distant and he could only hear the sound of water. The river was too far away to be heard from the valley… especially with the guns. Was it a bird? Whoever had been talking to him was now pushing him, urgently, towards a door that swooshed open. Dave could feel a sudden rush of cold air and it tingled all the way through his spine. His vision narrowed, and gave out, and his mind relinquished to the quiet.

Dave didn’t know how long he’d been out, but the pain had subsided. He had been stripped of his fatigues, left in a weird, thin gown and bandaged. But this wasn’t any sort of pop med tent that he’d ever seen. This was a building, and Dave knew that he was long way away from one of those-- and there was no way they’d call a bird to the valley at night, there wasn’t any visibility

None of it made sense. None of it was familiar. Especially since all the things in the room where in English. There was no way he’d be back home without knowing it. They would have treated him in field.

David spied his things folded on the counter across the room, and clumsily untangled himself from the bed, only then noting the bag that was poked into his skin. Unceremoniously, he pulled it out, and pressed the sheet against the pinprick wound to stop the bleeding for a moment. He pulled off all the monitoring stickers. What the hell was all of this?

He ignored the weak, tingling sensations in his legs. His whole body felt heavy but he knew that he had to beat feat to a payphone, maybe he could get ahold of someone to get ahold of CP. At this point, they probably thought he was AWOL but someone had to see where he went.

Klaus. His mind immediately went to his boyfriend. Where was he? He didn’t like the idea that he was still in the valley without him. Vowed to figure out where he was so that he could get the government to put him back where he belonged, and he definitely belonged next to Klaus.

Dave was still shaky, and woozy from whatever anesthesia they’d used, but he made it to his clothing, and shedding his hospital dress tugged on his muddy combat pants. He examined the shirt… too much blood, too big of a whole. Nothing about that made sense. How was he shot from behind? Did a bullet ricochet? Did the Charlie’s find a way to get behind them?

He stuffed the shirt in a nearby trash, and pulled on his vest. He had to hope no one saw the hole in the back, and he fastened it up in the front to hide all his bandaging. Fuck, he already felt winded. He leaned against the wall for a moment, and didn’t even bother with his shoes as encrusted with mud as they were. They would make too much noise. Instead, with little feeling in his legs, and pain reliever in his veins. He slowly made his way down the hall.