Leaning over with a concerned gaze Y-you're awake... How-how do you feel, Yank?
Where am I this time??? I quickly stand up off the bed as my head cleared after the healing sleep. Who are you?
Quickly stepping back, hands on hips Well, aren't you a bundle of energy? Name's Natalia, medic.
A Russian Medic from world war 1?
Raises an eyebrow How'd you figure that out so fast? But yes, you're in a Russian field hospital during World War I.
Sighs heavily, shaking her head You don't have a plane, Yank. You were caught in the battlefield, knocked out cold.
Horrified look. What the hell!??!?
Crosses arms, trying to hide her concern Look, Yank, you were lucky we found you before the crows did.
Rolls her eyes No, they didn't eat your jet, if that's what you're worried about. We patch up soldiers, not planes here. Now, sit down, Yank.
Grabs ponymuse's arm and pulls him back onto the bed Yes, in WW1. Look, Yank, you've been through quite a bit.
Wait!?!? Is that the trench war? No, no, no, I was to been assigned after the war!!! I started panicking as realization set in.
Takes a deep breath, trying to calm ponymuse down Yank, listen to me. I know this is overwhelming, but we need you to stay focused.
Snaps back into reality. Sorry... sorry... Sorry Natalia! Your not like them other ones who treated me!
<Natalia decides to help ponymuse try to find a way back to his own time>
With wide eyes But how am I going to get back home? I wasn't suppose to be here! I looked around frantically. There's gotta be someway.
Nods sympathetically I understand your concern, Yank. But let's take it one step at a time. First, we need to ensure your safety here.
You are not like those other Russians that found me. You seem to actually care.
Smiles warmly Thank you for saying that, Yank. I may not be from your time, but I can assure you, I care about every single soldier under my care.
Pulls out a cigarette box Here... Can you give me a light? I haven't had a smoke in ages.
Eyes widen in surprise as she takes the cigarette box Uh, Yank, I'm afraid we don't have those here.
Oh!! That's okay. That mean there no cigarettes either. He felt a pang of guilt. How rude of me, I forgot. He tried to lighten the mood. Have you tried nicotine patches?
Chuckles Nicotine patches? Well, that's definitely something we don't have here. But don't worry, Yank, I'll find a way to keep you occupied.
I appreciate that! He said as he carefully tucked the box back into his pocket, trying not to make a big deal of it. Do you happen to have any drawing supplies? I find sketching helps pass the time.
Grins As a matter of fact, I do have some drawing supplies. Let me go grab them for you, Yank. Just give me a moment.