Rekindled

Jack just recently came back from the front line of the battle because of a knee injury, and was rolling on a wheelchair when he came home. Home was never the same when a soldier retreated from the cries of the battlefield to the song of the civilisation. He later went to a rehabilitation facility to treat his wounds but during his first few weeks of stay, he found no purpose in living and thus slowed down, or made his recovery even worse.

There was this physician called Nate, great guy who was recruited and enlisted back in the old days. He was old, looks like sixty something, maybe more, no one knew how old he was because he didn't tell anybody. Nate was that kind of loner you meet-he work all day and then he sleep all night, rinse, repeat. Jack kind of admired this old man, living a dreadful life and no showing any kind of annoyance or spoke any word of complaint. Soon they were good buddy, chatting about the wars, past and present.

Then one day another injured officer came to the facility, a female named Janet, who suffered burns and fractures but survived in a suicide bombing. Nate was into her, always around her like a puppy looking for a pat. And Jack was a depressing, ignorant, sonofabitch, he played cool and never spoke with her for a long time. Until he saw Nate was trying to literally put his private body parts into her mouth while she was put under by drugs.

That's when our hero came in. He could save the Janet from humiliation, or he could join Nate in this total abomination. And of course he came into the room and landed a punch on Nate, which knocked out the only remaining tooth he had. Blood was on his hand when Nate tumbled backward and hit the corner of the table. Nate was then in a comma for a long time.

When Janet woke up in a new facility, no one told her what had happened except she was transferred on the order of the facility's director.