recovery

He never got used to waking up in the hospital. It had a sterile smell. He didn't like it. Especially when he'd just been dreaming of Thanksgiving dinner again.

This morning, there was a new patient in the bed next to his. He turned his head stiffly, still careful not to hurt the gash along his neck, and looked with interest at his new companion. He recognized him as one of the RAF pilots.

"Why do you have a stuffed bear in your bed?" he asked.

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