"Apologies doctor. The blood must not have been his after all," Kris said, as if nothing unusual had happened. The doctor nodded, cleaning up. He knew to not ask questions and I was thankful for that.

Lifting the boy from the table, I carried him through the base. The sun was still down and most of the soldiers were asleep in their tents. Kris and I walked to the tent we had rested in the day before and found it was still empty.

I placed the boy in one of the cots, covering him with a couple blankets, while Kris closed the tent flap behind us. There was an innocence about the boy as he slept soundly. I couldn't help but stare at him, the dim lighting of the tent reflected off of his pale skin. He almost looked like a porcelain doll.

"What happens now?" Kris asked. She took a seat on one of the cots on the opposite side of the tent.

"I'll have to contact Major Daniels in the morning to arrange transport for the boy," I replied.

"But what do we do until then? We know nothing about him, he could be dangerous. What if he wakes up while we're sleeping?" she said.

"Don't worry. It was my call so he's my responsibility. Get some rest. I'll keep watch," I replied.

It wasn't like I'd be able to sleep after what I had seen anyway. Nothing would make me forget how the boy had writhed in pain, or how that man's brains slid down the wall, or even how desperate the boy was for death. If I slept I would only have nightmares.

"I'll stay up and keep you company," Kris said.

"No, you need your rest. You'll be flying again tomorrow," I replied.

"Fine, but in the morning I'll make arrangements to have food and clothes brought."

"That would be great," I replied.

Kris crawled under the covers and quickly drifted off to sleep. It had been a long night for all of us. I couldn't sleep though. I had to keep a watch on the boy. My mind was plagued by questions. Who was he? How long had he been a prisoner? What were they doing to him? And how had his cut healed so quickly? None of it made any sense.

I spent the few hours before sunrise pacing the length of the tent. Movement made it easier to stay awake, but it didn't calm my mind. I was so lost in thought that I jolted when the sounds of footsteps approached the tent.

"Captain Harvey, there's a call for you," the soldier announced, waking Kris in the process.

I opened the tent flap and the soldier handed me a radio phone. "Thanks," I replied.

When I looked to Kris she nodded, already knowing that I needed to be alone. "I'll see about breakfast," she said as she passed by me.

Closing the tent flap, I waited for their footsteps to disappear. Once I was sure they were gone I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"This is Captain Harvey," I said.

"Good you're alive. I heard through the grapevine that the mission didn't go according to plan," Major Daniels said. My jaw clenched. Someone had ratted me out before I could call the Major myself.

"Yes I was planning to fill you in today as I didn't want to disturb you at such a late hour."

"I'm all ears Captain."

I gave Major Daniels a full report of the nights events. How there was a door we didn't know about and how I found the Germans doing human experiments. I told him of the boy and the tracking device. The only thing I left out was the miraculous healing.

"You made the right call Captain. I'll arrange for your transport. We'll go over the intel Breaker was able to pull from their computers when you return. Till then, don't let that boy out of your sight," Major Daniels said.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

The call ended and I let out a sigh of relief. At least the Major was on my side. I'd have to figure out which member of my team was the rat though. Going over my head to speak to the Major was a disrespect that couldn't go unpunished.

A grunt of pain pulled my attention and I moved to the cot where the boy was laying. It was the first sound he had made since falling asleep. His eyes fluttered, but they didn't open completely.

"Oskar, it hurts," he mumbled as he squirmed in the bed.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked, worried he had sustained an injury I hadn't known about.

"Everywhere," he sobbed. Tears fell from his eyes, yet they still didn't open. "Please Oskar, make it stop."

The pain in his voice made my chest clench. His begging twisted my stomach. "I'm not Oskar. My name is Alex."

Hearing my words, the boys eyes flew open. He squinted as if the room had been brightly lit, but he stared up at me. "Alex? Where's Oskar?"

Looking into his black and blue eyes I didn't know what to say. The man who had kill himself was clearly important to the boy, Stockholm's syndrome I'm sure. If I told him what happened would he try to commit suicide again. Fuck. What should I do?