Third person
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The room was filled with groaning and moans as the soldiers moved around on the hard slabs, trying to find the most comfortable position to lay in.
Y/n stood in the corner of the bunker sewing up a soldier wound, he hissed as he felt the needle pierced his skin and took another swig of alcohol to numb the pain.
As y/n was concentrating on the bloody soldier, the metal door of the bunker flew open, revealing the load cry's for help as people screamed, shouted and cried, the sound of bombs and gun fire were echoing around the bunker.
Y/n gasped a little and looked up to see two men caring another man in.
"Nurse, we need you over here!" One of the soldier said. Y/n quickly finished the stitch and wrapped it up.
As she made her way over towards the three soldiers, she wiped her hands on her dirty white apron.
"What happened?" She asked, looking over the injured soldier. She couldn't help but stare at the man. She thought he was rather dashing.
He had dark curly hair that peaked out of his helmet and into his eyes, he had light brown freckles that was scattered across his face, and really plumped lips. His pale skin was covered in sweat and dirt.
"He was trying to warn his friend that a bomb was next to him and it went off. We don't know if he's alive or if he's a goner." The soldier replied, he then turned round and left with the other soldier, the sound of screaming echoed through the bunker once again.
Y/n sighed, her head falling down along with strands of hair that fell out of her low bun.
She put her two fingers on his neck checking if there was a pulse.
She waited, and waited, and waited.
She closed her eyes, "Please, please, please be a pulse..." she muttered to herself.
Her eyes shot open when she felt a little thump against her fingers. She let out a breath of air she didn't realise she was holding, she removed his helmet and his green jacket, and went to grab some bandages and a new needle and thread.
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Finn groaned as he felt a shooting pain go up his back.
"Hey, don't move or you're going to pull the stitching." A soft voice spoke.
Finn slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He looked to his right to see a young nurse sitting on the hard slab and holding a dirty cloth, which was placed on his forehead.
Her hair was swooped back into a low bun, a few of her hair was falling out and framed her face nicely, he eyes glistened in the dimly lit room, and her lips were plumped.
"What happened?" He asked, his voice coming out groggy and husked.
"You were trying to warn your friend about a bomb and it went off-" She was cut of by Finn, who pushed himself up.
"W-Where is he? Where's Noah?!" He shouted.
She could see the pain and worry in his eyes. She gently laid him down, grabbing his rough hand and rubbed her thumb against his knuckles.
"I'm really sorry sir but I have no idea where he is. But I'll do anything to find him and see if he's safe for you." She gave him a soft smile, which he could help but return.
"Can you remember what your name is and do you know what date it is?" She asked, looking at him dead in the eyes.
"My names Finn Wolfhard, a-and the date is October the 24th 1945." He replied.
"It seems your memory is all good." She She said and went to leave but got pulled back. She looked back at Finn who looked pleading back at her.
"Please don't leave me." He whispered.
She smiled softly and sat next to the broken man, holding his hand and rubbing soft circles on his palm.
He wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer as he drifted off into the world of dreams.
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