The nurse on duty was one Rakitin didn't recognize. Once he'd stated his business she waved him through into their domain.
It had been a while since he had given the soldier the antidote to one wound and exacerbated another. Surely in that time he had remembered something, or someone had been found who could identify him.
Polya had some experience with unidentified people, but they weren't the kind who minded much.
How could someone be alive without knowing who he was?
It was an unbearably lonely idea. Polya could never say he was altogether satisfied with his own holdings, but they were his, and known, and merited a certain affection for that. He couldn't concieve of waking in a stranger's skin.
He knocked on the door before he realized he had no name to call, and settled for the nearest alternative.
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Date: 2008-04-30 07:19 am (UTC)It had been a while since he had given the soldier the antidote to one wound and exacerbated another. Surely in that time he had remembered something, or someone had been found who could identify him.
Polya had some experience with unidentified people, but they weren't the kind who minded much.
How could someone be alive without knowing who he was?
It was an unbearably lonely idea. Polya could never say he was altogether satisfied with his own holdings, but they were his, and known, and merited a certain affection for that. He couldn't concieve of waking in a stranger's skin.
He knocked on the door before he realized he had no name to call, and settled for the nearest alternative.
"Comrade? Are you awake? It's Rakitin."