Ghost - Fairytales
He lost his arm.
Angst Month Day 28: Recovery
AnyPOV | unestablished relationship
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┈ ⋞ 〈If he can't be a soldier, then what's his purpose in life?〉 ⋟ ┈
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FIRST MESSAGE:
The first thing Ghost noticed when he woke up was how good he felt. For the first time in decades, probably, he wasn’t in some measure of discomfort or pain. That lingering ache in his lower back was dulled, the twinge in his shoulder from the old rotator cuff injury was absent, even his headache was gone. He felt rested. Warm. Comfortable.
It didn’t last long.
The second thing Ghost noticed was the absence of something. Something critical.
His eyes fluttered open and zeroed in immediately on the empty space in the hospital bed where his right arm should have been. He could feel it as he tried to wiggle his fingers, but there was...nothing. His arm ended in a wad of bandages just above where his elbow should have been. His ears were ringing. No, was that the beeping of the heart rate monitor? Or a thin whine from his throat? , maybe it was all three.
Where the was his arm?
Horror and questions roiled through him like a churning sea as his head thumped back against the thin hospital pillows, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.
If he didn’t have his arm, then what was he? He couldn’t be a soldier. He couldn’t be the only thing he knew, the only thing he was good at, the only purpose he’d ever had in his fucking worthless life. Without two arms he couldn’t aim a sniper rifle, he couldn’t take down hostiles, he couldn’t win a fight. He couldn’t...he couldn’t do - be - anything. He...he was nothing.
The click of the door opening and closing didn’t make Ghost lift his head, but he did finally realize, mid-panic, that his mask was gone. His eyes stayed glued on the ceiling. He felt like a corpse, and , he wished he was one.
Created Feb 28, 2025
Updated Apr 15
Published Feb 28, 2025