My Saviour [Leiley and HopelessRomantic]
He was home.
He'd arrived back in America a few months ago but had been unconscious and fighting for his life still. Nearly a year ago he'd been shot out in Afghanistan and had been on a long road to recovery. Since then he'd had several operations. One to remove the bullet lodged next to his spine and several to repair the damage done to his left leg and arm. He'd suffered serious burns from an explosion as a result of been shot down in combat.
But now he was home.
For now he was wheelchair bound. Though Jamison hadn't been paralysed, the bullet had caught an area close to his spine that did catch the movement to his legs. Over the last couple of weeks he'd regained some movement to his legs but now it was a case relearning to walk. For this reason he'd moved back in with his father.
Jamie loved his father, he really did, but the man worried over every little thing. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Was he happy? Was he depressed? Was he in pain? His father just wanted him to be okay, but his constant worrying left Jamie exhausted mentally.
But here he was, finally home. His father had put a big welcome home sign on the door. 'Welcome Home Jamison'. His father had told the whole town that Jamie was finally on his way home. He'd been stuck in the capital, DC, for the last several months. But now he was finally back in his home town, Aberline, Montana
Since he'd left he'd grown up a lot. He looked older, rugged. His short brown hair that had been obligatory for the army had grown a lot, shaggy around his ears and his blue eyes were darker - colder looking. The signs that the man had seen a lot of horrific things out in the field. And joining the army had refined the 6'4 male. He was now 210lbs of muscle. Not a man to be messed with. But under his clothes now showed a lot of wounds. War wounds. He'd been to hell and back.
His mother had died several years ago after fighting breast cancer for years. He'd left two years later for war. He'd left his best friend behind, and the love of his life. What will have happened now? Was he going to come back to find Rosie and Harry with open arms welcoming him back, or were they going to hate him for deserting them without a word. He had no idea and that's what he dreaded.
Several hours of his father driving, and they were finally here. A familiar place with friends and family. And he was looking forward to seeing some people that he'd been close with before he joined the army. But the journey to recovery was far from over.
This was just the beginning.