The Evidence of Things Hoped For (Fiction)

I sat at the edge of the bed. Holding on to the side, I stared Down, my life was different now, I was a double amputee!

Even the sound of it was still odd, and foreign.

I knew that it was only God that I had stepped into dangerous territory when I had stepped on Afghani soil. But there was a need and I had to feel them.

I wasn’t trying to force anyone into anything but I wanted to share the good news and more than that I wanted to provide them with the things they needed, food of course but more than that hope.

Someone had targeted me, hiding a bomb along the path I walked Day in and day out for months.

I knew they wanted me dead, and so had everyone else, so I had been flown to a hospital in Germany for a few weeks before being strong enough to be flown to a hospital in the states where I’d go through more intensive Rehab.

Everything had been such a blur, that I hadn’t had time to grieve over the loss of my legs. As I stared down now I looked down.

Tears falling from my eyes.

“Geneva are you okay?” Emilia asked, sitting down next to me.

I was more than thankful for my little sister’s presence, she’d been my rock, flying to Germany so I didn’t have to be alone for this.

“It’s all just hitting me.” I sobbed.

I leaned my head on my sisters shoulder.