[color=8882be][i]Sigurd blinked again, as she tapped his cheek, rousing him. But it was difficult to focus on her words through the fog enveloping his mind. They sounded as if they came from so far away. She wanted him to stay awake? And her name was... Amelie? Sigurd fought to get his thoughts in order and respond, but it seemed futile. Nothing changed, and he muttered a response, not realizing he spoke aloud. [/i][/color]

[color=a0410d]"What's the use? I'll be dead soon any way..."[/color]

[color=8882be][i]He stared at his broken leg, knowing he'd never get to fly again. It was almost enough to make him wish he was dead. The joy of the skies would no longer be his as it once was; from now on it would only be a haunting memory. What was the point of going forward if tomorrow would always be clouded by what he'd never have again. Every day he'd look up and the air he used to fly through, but would never get to fly in again. Besides, if his leg didn't kill him, the French soldiers would. Sigurd couldn't see anyway out of his current position, even with the young woman's help, it would only be a matter of time before someone found him and killed him. But she wanted his name... and had given him hers. He reached up and pulled his name from his uniform, printed in blocky letters, "Fähnrich Sigurd" though it was soiled so badly it would likely be hard to make out. He tried to get his words together again... and failed to produce anything worth saying. At last he decided to say what he could and blame shock if should prove to offensive.[/i][/color]

[color=a0410d]"You have very lovely eyes frau Amelie."[/color]

[color=8882be][i]Sigurd stumbled over her name, and it wasn't quite right, though it was vaguely discernible through the thick German accent. Yep this was getting blamed on shock, what his mother would say if she were here. That brought the ghost of a smile to his face before he realized that he'd likely never see his mother again, and he turned his face to the wall to hide the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He felt terrible, he wanted rest, why couldn't he rest? Amelie said not to, but would it really be so bad? Blinking rapidly to chase away the last of the water, he looked back to Amelie weary and wondering when he could rest. What came next anyway?[/i][/color]