"Where am I?" he asked.
"You are here," she answered him as a mother with a child.
"Where's here?" he questioned.
"Here in the now," she answered.
Outside the sound of combat was close. Machine gun fired like a symphony in the night, playing music to which no one really wanted to listen to in the first place. It was hot and Max could see that not only was she covered in sweat, but it looked like she had bathed in blood as well.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing that concerns you at the moment," she told him.
Max tried to lift his head to see what was going on, but he found that task next to impossible.
"Am I okay?"
"You are fine, darling," she answered.
Max knew that she was lying.
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