FreeDanPhantom

   The ward. Now there's somewhere he didn't want to stay again. After blowing up their engineer for a simple misunderstanding, he'd been shuffled there for a spell. But, drugged as he was, there was little he could do after collapsing to the floor other than lay about and make a bit of a mess with drooling on the floor. There was even less he could do when the dreams came as the drugs deposited his mind in a well-deserved state of (unwilling) repose. They were always there, dancing just behind his eyelids whenever he shut them. Twisted bodies, snowy landscapes, shelled homes. Those he couldn't save haunted him whenever his eyes were closed

 "Hello there, Private. Glad to see someone else new around here." The RED Soldier saluted smartly, clicking his heels together in the regular fashion of many of his class. The new medic glanced up from his book and smirked "Oh, Ja. Zhe Heavy said zomezhing about un crazed Zoldier running around." He closed the book and stood up straight, hand behind his back "Velcome to mien office." He said with a slight bow "Feel free to, how you Americans zay, "pop in" for zhe free checkups. Alvays open, you know." He turned away with a wave in the soldier's direction " OH!" The Doctor spun around "Und if you see trails of vater going from mien ward,