Description:  Emma Agreste was born to be a leader.  At age eighteen, she joins the army and catches right on.  A year later, she is badly injured when a stray grenade lands on the roof of her tent.  Does she make it?

Nathan's  POV:

    I  am a doctor.

   I am used to all kinds of craziness in my job.

  I  hear a blast.  I check for injured.

  I see a young lady passed out and carry her back to the emergency room.

 After the operation to save her life, I found a photo that had fallen out of her pocket.

   I pick it up. 

  I notice a message on the back.

 It reads,  "Emma, we are proud of you." 

  I notice it is signed, "Love, Mom, and Dad, your sisters, and brothers."

  It turns out she is a single Lieutenant. 

  "Agreste, wait, she is the girl from my twelfth-grade history class."

   I smile as I reflect on the past and think if only the others could see me now.

    Later, I check in on her, but she is not awake.

   Hmm, it must be the trauma.

    I  sure hope she wakes up soon.

   "Hang in there, Emma Agreste."

    I say this every time.

    I come by daily to see if there is any change.

    Two months go by and still no changes.

    Ah, I started to panic when a nurse suggested we contact her parents and her sisters and brothers.

   "Not, yet!" I insist.

     Everyone else looks at me like I have thistles poking out of my eyes or something.

      "It is just I think she might wake up soon. I saw her grip the side of the bed with her left hand."

        I made this up but as long as no one else knew, what trouble could it cause?

         The next day, I returned to the room and saw someone about to throw a sheet over her.

          "Stop!" I protest.

       The other doctors and nurses insist I calm down. They claim I have gotten too close to the patient and need to accept the fact she did not make it.

     I shake my head. I refuse to believe it.

     I know she has a good fight left in there. I am sure of it.

     I watch in amazement as the head nurse throws a sheet over her.

    Then, to make it amusing, I see the sheet fall to the ground as Emma sits up, stretches her arms, and says, "Uh, could I get some water here? I am a bit thirsty."

      I stick my tongue out at the others. I retrieve the water and hand her a glass full of it.

    "Thanks, Doctor Nathan."

     "Wait, I know you, you are Nathan, as in history, Mr. Andrews's class?"

      I see the recognition in her eyes.

    "Yes, that is the one."

    "Well, look at you, a doctor."

    I could tell she seemed surprised, yet appeared to be proud.

    I  felt her hug me and hug her back.

  The head nurse blurts, "No one bothers them, got me?  I ship them."

    I blush. Since when has anyone begun to ship me with Emma?

    I  start to walk away.  "Glad, to see you are better."

    "Ah, yes, it took some rude person nearly smothering me." 

      I roll my eyes in embarrassment at the statement.

     "I am sure it was not you." 

      "I know he is right after all he saved your life."

      "Wow, thanks, hero. I always knew you had it in you."

      "I always figured you were born a leader."

       "Me leader, but I am only a lieutenant."

           I  walk off to check on the other patients.

          I couldn't help but feel the stares from the nurses and other doctors.

        Goodness, it wasn't the first time I helped save a life.

        Why should today be any different?

           the end...

        bye, bye, little owlets!

    Summer out!