'I need to... get back.'
Was the only thought circulating on my mind. I focused my strength to my legs as I keep moving while using the M16 as a cane to support my body. The adrenaline finally wore off and pain finally registered to my receptors.
It is unbearable but I need to keep going, I need to..... go back home.
'F-fuck, my consciousness faded just now.' I thought.
'I need to.... keep moving!' But I stumbled upon a radio from one of the dead soldiers, this gives me hope and I tried to contact the main units for help. "Tr-trojan Six this is Corporal Jackson from the cutoff squad.... I need immediate medivac now. Over?" But I did not received a single reply. So I slung the radio at my back and kept moving.
Suddenly, I can see the surroundings distorted and completely transitioned from the green trees to a white corridor with endless doors as far as I could see.
"Wh..Where the fuck am I??" I muttered feeling a little agitated of the unknown I am in. All I could see is endless rows of doors and the whitest floor I've ever seen. I put that thoughts at the back of my mind as I kept moving forward hoping to find answers, completely trusting my instinct to guide me to the right path.
Thankfully, my instincts never failed me as I came across to a man dressed in a western style suit wearing a black rimmed glasses stationed to what seemed like a working table while reading a newspaper.
"O..old man where the fuck is this?" I couldn't help but ask in exhaustion. I could barely keep myself awake at this point.
I waited for several seconds but I did not get an answer, the man only stared at me while drinking a coffee. This irritated me as I raised the M16 in my right hand and threatened, I don't have time to waste, I need to go back home.
"D..damn you! Where is this?! I need to go home! Answer me!"
This time he puts down his coffee and pick up some paper, writing down something in it. This angered me as I prepared to shoot but suddenly something appeared in my left hand, making me almost cry in pain.
"W-what the fuckk?!" The sudden weight made my muscles scream in pain, I almost thought it would tear my arm apart as I glanced down to see what is in my left hand and see a bag labeled as "Ammo Bag". This confused me as i was about to voice my question when the man finally spoke.
"A little help from me." He said while eerily looking me in the eye.
This spook me a bit but I replied. "A little help? What's that s..suppose to mean? Anyway, b...bring me home!"
When suddenly, I felt a strange pull from my very being. I tried to resist it but I am very weakened by now, having little to no strength left it dragged me to a nearest school-like door with gooey red-like substance dripping from it.
"Arghhh! What the fuck is this?!?! Just you wait, I'll get you for it you geeky looking son of a bitch!" I managed to scream out before being dragged by it somewhere foreign to me.
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A few moments later when Jim was plunged to the door, a shadow with a creepy smile suddenly appeared behind the geeky looking man and said with an androgynous voice that you can't understand if its a man or a woman.
"Have you done it, Murasaki?"
The geeky looking man now identified as Murasaki, replied. "Yes, I've sent him to the world of your choosing, Z sama."
The shadow nodded? and spoke. "Hmmm good, I need him to improve after all."
"If you just want him to improve, then his perfect to the world where I sent Drifters, isn't it Z sama?" Murasaki voiced out his opinion but he quickly regretted it as an underworldly pressure press down on him, destroying the office desk he was sitting at and destroying multiple doors in the process.
"Are you questioning my decisions Murasaki?"
The shadow said with a neutral voice. Hearing this, Murasaki visibly paled and sweated. "I-I dare not Z sama!" He said, straining his self to spoke up due to the pressure. Thankfully for him, it vanished, making him sigh in relief.
"Good, I don't want you questioning me ever again. I don't want to change who'll oversee the corridor of reality, I'm sure you don't want to as well, right?"
The shadow said as he started flickering out of existence, this made Murasaki sigh in relief. "Hayy, what a mess this turned out to be." Then he looked towards the destroyed door that was visibly repairing at a very slow rate. "It will take another century for those doors to be usable again."
Then Murasaki waved his hands and the previous damaged to his office desk rewind in time were it was in a perfect state.
"I wish you luck, young Jackson." He muttered as he started reading a newspaper.
If Jim was here and seen what his reading, he would have been shock because Murasaki was reading the actions he did in Ia Drang with live, moving pictures.
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Early in the morning of a certain high school, the morning bell finally ring, signaling for the start of the classes. Students walk towards their classroom like ants, teachers preparing their things to start classes and a certain nurse heading towards the school infirmary.
"Hmm I wonder what's Rikas doing, she said shell be out for a while~," She muttered while having her fingers press on her lips. "Well whatever, she promised we'll go shopping for the latest dress out this month~." She said with a goofy smile as she entered the infirmary.
"Huh? What's this...." But before she can fully enter the room, she came across a sight that made her very worried. Their was a man inside the infirmary dressed in deep olive drab green outfit that resembles a soldier holding a gun, face flat lying on the ground unconscious. The man was already bleeding to death with deep gushes of wounds and some bullet wounds, already making a puddle of blood.
"Oh my gosh! What happened?!" She gasped, dropping her bag and rushing to his side.
She examined him again if his breathing or not, she pressed her ear near his heart waiting for a sign of beat. Then she felt it, the unmistakable beat of heart, although weak it confirms the man is still alive.
Relief washed over her as she muttered. "He's alive! Okay, okay. Next, lets put him in the infirmary bed."
She tried dragging the man up to the bed but she was struggling for a bit because of how heavy his equipment's are for her.
"Mou~, your so heavy." She complained a little bit before she remove the ammo bag, the radio he swung on his back, his machete and tried to take off the gun but failed because the man has a vice like grip to it, then finally removing the blood soaked helmet he was wearing.
Then she give it a try again to drag him to the bed, finally putting him to the bed. Although she struggled a little but the removed weight made him lighter.
She jumped up and grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf. Her hands trembled as she pulled out gauze, antiseptic, and bandages. "You can do this, Shizuka. Just focus."
Now identified as Shizuka, returned to his side as she carefully removed his shirt revealing the healed scars and the deep wounds inflected into him. She trembled for a bit and mustered the courage to clean his wounds as gently as she could.
"Now that's done, lets get you all patch up." She wrapped the gauze around his body were the wounds were located and used the bandages to secure them in place.
"Hang in there, I'm not very good at this, but I'm trying my best." She muttered to him hoping he'll hear it.
Once Shizuka done all she could to stopped the bleeding, she wipe up his face with a wet towel to clean the dried up blood on him.
"Wow~, your a real cutie you know. I wonder what on earth happened to you?" She muttered while wiping him gently. Then lastly, she put an IV to him to replenish his lost body fluids.
"Well I can ask it for him when he wakes up. Now time for my morning nap~." She said while putting his battered olive clothes on and resting her head on the bed to take a nap.
Although Shizuka can be an airhead sometimes, she still saved Jim from dying.
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A/N: Well you know who the nurse is right? No need to say it. And sorry if the process of stopping the bleeding is not accurate, I don't know wack about it.