We were all on our very own.
Three weeks. Had it really been a full twenty-one days since my village was attacked? Since everyone I knew, everyone I loved... died, at the hands of the Laos?
The small sickroom they had placed me is small, seconds slow down and a week is too long to think about. It doesn't help that I don't have a window or anything, but at least I don't have to see the remains of my country, ravaged by the war.My room is only a four-foot ceiling, but at least the beds are regular size, and at least I had a roommate to break the monotony.
"Stop complaining," Tarah grumbled. "Yeah, it's been three weeks, but I've been here for eight."
Did I really say that out loud? "Um, sorry." Tarah rolled her eyes and turned over in her bed, turning towards the shiny chrome walls. Like everything made for the war, the S.S. Darbon was made with such a limited time that the walls, floors and ceiling were made of metal, and everything was so crammed on the infirmary level in the Land cruiser. And it was so small and over-crowded.. we were lucky not to of received a third, not-enough-room-for-her roommate. Two fifteen year olds in a room, both on her period, is quite enough for me.
Tarah suddenly started to cough- it sounded sick and gross. this sound was like she was coughing up things that would have preferred to stay put. Her thin, dark frame shook violently. I rolled out of my bed and crawled to the little hatch-door, ignoring the heavy cast on my left leg.
"Nurse!" I called into the hallway where a few nurses ad doctors leaned casually against the silvery walls making small talk. "Nurse!"
What came walking slowly towards me was one better. A doctor, all dressed up in his white lab coat. "Yes?" He asked quietly. I wondered how he could remain so very calm, so collected when I was so frenzied.
"Tarah... she's coughing," I said, but if he was so close he would obviously hear her. "Can you, um, will she be okay?"
Before he could enter, the doctor had to pull me out of the room. Tarah kept coughing, and he pulled a stethoscope from under his lab coat. "I'll need a nurse," I heard him mumble, and then, "nurse!" He cried. "Nurse!"
Two women in white dresses rushed over. One crawled into the tiny cubicle and the other gently led be to my feet. "Come on, sweetie," she said softly. "Let's go for a walk."
"But..." I murmured, trying to find words. "My friend issick! Can't I stay?"
Her smile was soft and comforting. "Doctor Carter has it under control," she said, just as soft. She lead me through a hall full of rooms like ours. There were lower-level "rooms" like mine and upper-level "rooms," stacked right on top of the others with a few steps for easier access. I guess I had been way too doped on pain meds when they had brought me in all that time ago.
"Oh, um, I'm Stephanie. What's your name?"" She held me shoulders as we went up a ramp. "I'm sorry You've been cooped up in there for so long."
"Um, my name is Bermuda." I paused, thinking over a question, when she opened the door on top of the ramp.
We were led into a hall- a regular hall with people walking around and people laughing and talking. It was loud and crazy. "So," the nurse asked. "Where'd you come from?"
"Tiny village called Garseni. Laos swept through, burned it to the ground."
Her pretty face fell into a worried frown. "I'm sorry, Bermuda. Well, how'd you get hurt?"
I smiled weakly. "I'm a klutz, and I tripped when I was in the woods after they'd left. Nothing cool and heroic, just simple."
She put an arm around my shoulder. "Hey, you want to go outside real quick? Today it's nice and warm with a breeze."
I nodded just as she hit a button next to the doors right head of us. Sunlight poured in. It was blinding, and suddenly I could no longer see. "Bermuda, I got you," Stephanie said as I felt my knees collapsing. All the sun, all the fresh air... it was all to much for me.
When I woke up, Stephanie was shaking my shoulders, trying to wake me. "Bermuda? I need you to get up the steps into your new room... Tarah's been moved and you're getting a new roommate." Her eyes crinkled as she smiled sadly, as if in apology. "Sorry, there's no more room anywhere else."
I forced myself up the four steps, a true struggle to my weakened body, into the upper-level "room" I had now been assigned to.
She patted me on the back, and then walked away. In the dark space, I groped for the light switch. Here it was, and I flipped it.
My breath stopped for a moment. In the bed just a few inches away from mine was a man. He looked ten or so years older than me, but age was relative nowadays. His back was to me, but I could see through his too-small blue t-shirt that he had well defined muscles, the hair on his head a dark brown.
He stirred and turned to me, but did not awaken- and I saw his face. One long red scar ran all the way down his face. The skin around his face was puckered, and even beneath it his face wasn't a thing to behold.
Oh shit. I'm gonna be stuck in here with him? I flipped off the light and curled up in bed, dreaming of being back in a room with Tarah.
Okay the, so feel free to rip it to itty bitty shreds... the more, the easier it is to revise. Oh yeah, and the title is just temporary.
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In the first paragraph, I kind of got confused, as you started talking about one thing, then moved onto something else. Though I see that the topics in which you switched back and forth from were vital pieces of information about the plot; things we needed to know to understand the story. So maybe you could break the two thoughts into two paragraphs. 
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