Schlecht Nachricht (Wolfrick)

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Country: Germany, Outer Hamburg
Current Time: 10:00, early spring.
Weather Conditions: A cold, dark evening with few thunderstorms.

The cold floor sent shivers up Freidrichs feet. He was in the hospital for rehabilitation for his leg that had been wounded about two weeks ago. He could still remember his time with the enemy as a very unpleasant one. With every step came a new blow and every fall came a yelling voice in his ear or the butt of a rifle greeting his face. His feelings towards the Americans used to be one of neutrality, now that he saw their true nature, he started to understand why it was his duty to feel a disliking towards this people. He kept his mind to himself because he had sent for someone who didn't need to hear things of hatred right now.

As Freidrich walked down the corridor with a very light limp the surgeon spoke to him. "It is a remarkable recovery Stabsgefreiter. It is healing faster than I had anticipated." He said with the kind of excitement a child would have. "Thank you for your help Doctor Treffer." Freidrich said as he lowered himself onto a nearby seat. He picked up two crutches that were leaned beside the chair and stood back up.

"Alright, Freidrich. If you could come back here in three days that would be good." the Doctor said. "I will Doctor Treffer." Freidirch said as he moved towards the room he was just in to get out of his medical gown and into his nice, clean uniform. Once he was finished he hobbled to the front room, where he sat and waited for his young friend to be shown in by an S.S. man that Freidrich had known since his first day in the military. Freidrich thought over words he could say to Wolfrick, but couldn't think of any.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick was going through the journal that Sepp had given him before he went to fight. He flipped page by page carefully reading the handwriting. Wolfrick often thought of his friends state of health. He hoped for Sepp to be okay, just still fighting. For that would explain his absence. Light tapping came from the door area. "Who is it??!?!" Wolfrick questioned quickly. "A friend of a friend" The man on the other side said. Wolfrick hopped out of his chair and approached the door. He slowly opened the oak door, his eyes examined the shiny boots of a fellow soldier. Wolfrick than looked further up to notice the man was SS. Wolfrick immediatly clicked his heels together and sprang his arm up at an elevated angle. "Heil Hitler!, Scharfuhrer Wolfrick Fehrer at your service sir. " Wolfrick yelled loudly with a stern, disciplined tone. The SS soldier also shot his arm out at an elevated angle, clicked his heels and said "Heil Hitler".

"Wolfrick, Freidrich Blutstein has sent for you. He is in the medical office. He came back from battle, wounded leg, served as POW for awhile. please follow me." The SS soldier said to wolfrick. Wolfrick nodded and ran toward a K98 rifle. He grabbed to it and followed behind the SS soldier. The SS soldier looked to wolfrick holding the rifle, he just cocked his eyebrow and kept leading Wolfrick to where Freidrich was. When they passed the mess hall, the SS soldier stopped and turned to face Wolfrick. "Why do you even have that rifle, Wolfrick?" The SS soldier questioned, wondering why a young man is walking to a medical office with a rifle. "Because i want to give it to Freidrich, sir. But i don't want to give him my luger." Wolfrick countered. With that being said Wolfrick drew his luger from its holster and showed it to the SS Soldier. He than returned it to his holster and returned both hands to the rifle. "OK, carry on, shall we?" The SS soldier implied. The men both continued to walk toward the medical office. "Here we are, Wolfrick. First room on the right." The SS soldier said. "Danke Herr" Wolfrick stated to the SS Soldier.

Wolfrick entered the medical office, rifle in hand. Immediately he felt a hand on his shoulder. Wolfrick swiped the hand off his shoulder and looked to a private in the heer (infantry) placed on guard duty in the hospital. "What the f*ck are you doing?!?!?!" Wolfrick questioned with a harsh tone to the private. The private just glared at Wolfrick. Wolfrick than pointed to his stripes on his sleeve. The private saw this and clicked his heels together and stood at attention. Wolfrick nodded than approched his friends room. He knocked twice on the door than sent it open. "Freidrich!!!!!" Wolfrick yelled as he entered. He ran to the now uniformed Freidrich. He set the rifle on the ground and embraced the father figure. "You're alive!!!!" Wolfrick yelled happily. "I got you this. Thought you would need it." Wolfrick said, while grabbing the rifle off the ground and sending it to Freidrich's lap. "So you sent for me Freidrich? What is it about? Who was that SS Soldato?" Wolfrick questioned his father figure.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Two knocks broke the silence, then with a creak the door came open. Freidrich stood at the sight of Wolfrick. He grabbed his crutches hurriedly so he would not look weak in front of the boy that had looked up to him for quite some time now. A subtle smile came to his face as he saw the young man had grown since he had last saw him. "Freidrich!!!!" the young man yelled as he ran towards the wounded man. His rifle dropped to the ground as Wolfrick threw his arms around Freidrich's chest. (He had grown, but was still a head and shoulders shorter than Freidrich.) "You're alive!!!! Freidrich placed one hand on the boy's head and grinned widely. "Of course I'm alive Wolf. I wouldn't die without at least showing you my home."

Wolfrick stepped back and picked up the rifle he had dropped. "I got you this. Thought you would need it." He said as he tossed it towards Freidrich. He caught it and started to examine it, but before he could get a full look at it, the questions started flying. "So you sent for me Freidrich? What is it about? Who was that SS Soldato?" The flurry of questions came at Freidrich, there was a second of silence and he sighed. "The soldier was an old friend of mine from training. He was actually the one who gave me the news at first. Seeing as...Sepp didn't have a family. I was next in line to be told." Freidrich shifted slightly and looked down. "Wolf...Sepp was captured two weeks ago and there hasn't been any contact since." Freidrich felt it was his duty to tell Wolfrick this outright without trying to sugar coat it. He then kept on speaking. "I know you and Sepp were close Wolf. He left me with this letter..in case something were to happen to him. He told me to give it to you." Freidrich said as he pulled the letter from the inside cover of his journal that was tucked into his uniforms inner pocket. He held the letter out towards Wolfrick, waiting for his response.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick just listened to Freidrichs answers. When Freidrich mentioned that Sepp was taken capture and hasn't been heard from, Wolfrick got all red faced and glossy eyed. Wolfrick grabbed his luger from his holster, brought it out and jammed the barrel into the middle of Freidrich's forehead. "I will fucking kill every last one of those fuckers....you understand me Freidrich?" Wolfrick hollered. Wolfrick than tucked his luger back in his holster. Wolfrick than snatched the letter out of freidrichs hands.



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