Chapter 2.8
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The boy awoke to the glare of a brightly lit hospital ward. At first he couldn't figure out where he was, but realised and remembered what had happened when the first bolt of pain shot up his leg and into his brain. The boy looked down at his now bandaged foot and sighed. He was going to be in the shit for this.
Anna saw that the boy was awake and walked over to the bed from the seat she had been sitting on over in the corner. "How are you feeling ya little ratbag" she said as she lent down and rested her hand on the boy's forhead.
The boy closed his eyes and sighed again. "not too bad" he said with a morphine induced drawl "Is dad coming?" Anna stood up and brushed her thighs through her flight uniform. "Which one?" she said as she stared out the window.
The boy closed his eyes and smiled as he mentally surfed the wave of euphoria that the morph brought. "My real one" he said through closed eyes.(?)
"Yeah, well I'd say your stepfather would be halfway to Afgahnistan by now. That note you wrote didn't leave much to the imagination william."
The boy, William, Opened his eyes and for a second they showed lucidity. "I should have just used that shell to blow his fucking face off and kept me foot." he said loudly "That would have been the way to go."
"Definitely his fathers son" she thought to herself as she stared out the window at the cityscape with that far away look in her eyes.
"Can you call dad for me Auntie Anna? I really need to talk to him." pleaded the boy suddenly.
"I already have" said the young woman quietly. "I already have" she repeated to herself nervously.
