My head hurt, my side hurt and this goddam place wouldn’t give me any food.

The sheets need to be burned, the walls are insanely bright, and they need some fucking food! I can’t wait until they deliver my Jell-O? Really Jell-O? That shouldn’t ever be considered food. They bring it in and they take it back out. Get the fucking point! I hate Jell-O!

“What-up sunshine?” Cole smirked from the door way, and by the look of it he had been watching me.

“Go away.”

“Still milking it?”

“Screw off.”

“Aw, someone seems a little pissy, what they not feeding you?” My face flinched but he saw it. His hand flew to his chest, “ah brother, I wish you were there last night Abby made one huge rib eye, with this sauce that was—.”

“You’re dead to me.”

He laughed as he jumped forward moving out of the way for…there she was.

“Hey guys,” she beamed as she headed for my IV. “Now, you look much better,” she gave me a wink.

Cole shot me a look, as he checked her out.

“Savannah,” I mouth back getting a middle finger.

She flipped opened my chart before she asked, “how are you, Colonel?” 

“Quite well, thanks,” he glanced at me, “Mia.”

Really asshole, first name basis?

“Good,” she looked at him, as I flipped him the finger back, “glad to hear it.”

Cole’s phone went off, he excused himself from the room.

Yes, leave.

Mia took a moment to finish the paperwork as I watched her swipe her long bangs out of her line of sight.

“Deep green.” My voice was gruff.

She looked up, “pardon?”

“The color of your eyes, they’re deep green.”

The corners of her eyes crinkled as her cheeks pinked up turning them a few shades darker. 

“Good,” there was a lightness to her voice. She slid the chart into the sleeve on the end of the bed. “What day is today?”

“Wednesday.”

“What’s your name Major?”

 “Major Mark Lopez, with the United States Army.”

“Good.” She went to move.

“My turn.” I stated. “What’s your name?”

“Huh,” she chuckled as she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Mia Harper, I’m a nurse for North Dakota Hos