Note: What if Anthony lived through China and got with Sandra?

"How wonderful life is, now that your in the world,"

-"Your Song", Elton John

            Sandra stood at the gate of the air way watching the plane come in. other women stood around her, either alone or with children. She held on to the gate as the door opened. Two men she didn't recognize walked off the plane.

            The next person to step off was Rafe. Rafe paused for a moment then turned around bringing a pin wood coffin behind him. Sandra felt her heart drop. "No…" she whispered. Rafe finished walking down the steps with the coffin. Evelyn walked up to him.

            Sandra continued to look at the men come off the plane. She saw Red, Gooz and other men walk off but not Anthony. Please come off. She silently prayed. Please. She waited and waited but no Anthony.

            They had flirted on and off since they met. Well he was more flirtatious than she was. At first she couldn't stand him but as time went on they became good friends. Deep down she had feelings growing for the handsome Italian that persistently asked her out and flirted with her. But she was unsure of the growing feelings. She was still unsure as she waited to see Anthony walk off.

            Red stepped out of the plane. He walked up to Sandra. "Sandra-"

            "Oh God…" she looked down at her hands. "How…how did he die Red?"

            "N-no…he d-didn't die Sandra,"

            He's not dead. Those three simple words filled Sandra with hope and joy. She felt a warm fuzzy feeling fill her body. "What? Then where is he?"

            "He's coming…but he looks bad," Sandra looked past Red seeing two people carry a wheel chair down. Anthony was in the chair.

            Sandra walked past Red and started to run. She reached the plane stopping at Anthony. His face was black and blue with bruises, his lip was split down the middle, his arms were wrapped in bandages and his hand was wrapped in a makeshift cast with a sling. "Oh…Anthony…" she knelt down to his level. "Anthony?" she reached up to brush the hair from his face but he flinched as he saw the hand.

            "Sandra?" he looked at her frame closely.

            "Yeah," she sweetly smiled. "How are you feeling?"

            He shrugged. "Could be better." He was feeling better now that he saw Sandra kneeling in front of him.

            "Okay," she stood up and looked into the eyes of the man that had been pushing the wheel chair down. "Has he been to a hospital yet?"

            "No ma'am," the man replied. "Just the medic on scene. We were ordered to take him to the hospital as soon as we landed."

            "Alright, send him to the Naval Hospital off W. Main Street," Sandra ordered.

            "Yes Lieutenant," the man nodded. Sandra got back down to Anthony.

            "Anthony," she started. She knew from past experience that she had to be calm, and reassuring for the sake of the patient she had to deal with. "He's taking you to the hospital okay? I'll see you there." Anthony nodded and the man wheeled him away.

            "Will he be okay?" Red asked Sandra.

            "He should be," Sandra replied. Her gaze caught Rafe taking Evelyn in his arms in front of the coffin. "Who's in the coffin?"

            "D-d-Danny," Red stuttered out.

            "Oh no…" she quietly said.

            "Lieutenant!" someone called. Sandra turned her head. "Would you like a ride to the hospital?"

            "Um…yes…I'll be there in a minute," Sandra turned to Red. "I'll see you later okay?" Red nodded. Sandra took one last look at Evelyn and Rafe before heading to the army truck.

End for now. I sort of just wrote this story on a whim not knowing how it would turn out so it's slowly coming along. Don't forget to review!