NEXT DAY
The nurse - the second one, who is a middle-aged kind woman - tells me I can walk with crutches. I asked her for the crutches, and after she showed me how to use them I made my way out to my hangar. I saw the F-18 - her skin was clean, and she looked brand new. I had already decided a name for her - Nike. I walked up to her, and rubbed my hand over her smooth belly, examining my new girl. All of my kills were already displayed on Nike's fuselage, small white Xs. The first one started at the end of the nose cone, and there were 9 of them. I smiled, knowing she would be a good bird. I made my way back to my infirmary bed, and laid back down.