The nurse gave the man a medical form to fill out while he was awake. It was just a series of questions meant for his medical records, but Sasha was clearly not too interested. He felt like shit, and his attitude showed in his word. [center][b]Medical History Form[/b] (Please print)[/center] [center]Name: ____Sasha Belov____ Age: ____30 something. I lost count.____ Sex: ____Yes____ Race: ____Human____ Height: ____6'6"_____ Weight:____220 or something like that_____ [b]Please answer the following questions truthfully to ensure the best possible medical care.[/b] Are you in good health? ___I was shot.___ Has there been any change in your general health in the past year? ___I was shot.___ My last physical examine was on ___My last girlfriend___ Have you ever had a serious illness, operation, or hospital visit in the past five years? ___Yes, right now.___ If so, what was the illness or problem? ___I got shot.___ Are you taking any medications? ___Occasionally___ Is there any possibility you could be pregnant? ___Definitely___ Have you had any abnormal pain or bleeding? ___Yes. I got shot.___[/center] Sasha groaned when he looked at all the questions he had left. Why was this thing so long? He shoved it onto the nightstand beside his bed and laid his head back down. He hated laying on his stomach; he had always been a back sleeper. He supposed he wouldn't be doing that for a while. --- [b]Afghanistan, 25 years ago[/b] The winds swept across the dusty earth on a hot day. The breeze was nothing but warm air gusting around, throwing sand into people's eyes. Isam stood on the small, wooden porch of his equally small house, watching the sand get kicked up. A couple chickens pecked and scratched at the bare earth, trying to find something to eat. Isam feared that soon, that could him. He turned and went back into the house, which was mostly devoid of furniture so that there would be room to walk through it. It looked as though it had been hand built by someone who didn't know a single thing about architecture. The boy walked back into the bedroom, where his mother was laying in bed. She was sick, and there was nothing he could do to help her. She had been the worker, the one that brought home money and food. But now, she was too ill to work, and Isam had no money to pay for medical care. It was all he could do to keep her and himself fed. Luckily, they owned animals and had a small garden. "Ommah?" The boy's voice was quiet and hesitant as he approached. It looked as though his mother was sleeping, but the blankets didn't rise and fall with her breath. The boy came to stand by the bedside to peer at her, then shake her lightly. The woman didn't wake or even respond. The boy's breath quickened. "Ommah," The boy's voice broke, "Min fudliki, ezteqad." But she didn't open her eyes. Isam knew that she was gone, but he couldn't except it. Tears began to leak down his young face, leaving streaks in the dirt on his skin. He whimpered quietly as he crawled onto the bed and curled up next to his late mother. She had always taught him not to cry, but he couldn't help it now. --- By the time Fen came back to the medical center, Shay had already gone home. He was clean and properly dressed now, save for his bare feet. The man timidly entered the room where the Russian had been placed and peeked past his curtain. The man was asleep in his bed, a clipboard with a few sheets of paper sitting on the bedstand next to him. "He need to rest." Fen almost jumped out of his skin. The nurse had somehow managed to take him by surprise. It didn't happen often. He turned to look at her curiously. "Did he, uh... did he say anything while he was awake?" "He said his name was Sasha Belov. Other than that, he didn't seem to want to answer questions. Kept wanting to see the kids down the hall, but I told him that whatever he wanted to say could wait. I don't even know how he knew they were here." Fen looked back at the man. Sasha was kind of a funny name, but with a name like Fenrir, he could hardly judge. Fen quietly went over to the bed Shay had been on and sat down to wait. He needed to ask the Russian man questions about his mysterious riddle, but he guessed it wouldn't hurt to let him wake up on his own first.