Have Yourself A Marine Christmas (Always A Marine) - Plot & Excerpts
The music still invaded his room, even after one of the nurses closed the door for him. Rebel thumbed the volume louder on the television, hoping to mute the insidious little ditty before it wormed further into his brain. A cramp fisted in his thigh and Rebel dropped the remote, digging his fingers into the recalcitrant muscle. He gritted his teeth and a hiss of air escaped—his only concession to the pain radiating up from his calf to pinch his quadriceps. It’s all in your head, Marine. Suck it up. He had no calf muscle to cramp. Because he had no damn calves. Staring steadily at the news report offered him a grim distraction. Trouble in the Baltics and civil war raging in an African nation earned top news bites. Somewhere, someone always hurt worse than he did. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he tried to distract himself, but the thunk of the faux foot on wood didn’t have the same effect. The door opened, adding fresh punch to his misery as Frosty the Snowman followed the luscious, caramel-skinned torturer who looked after Rebel.
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