Matt Duffy awoke to a medic of some sort, looking him over.
Probable TBI or Traumatic Brain Injury.
But a powerful weariness pressed down on Matt. He fought to keep it at bay, blinking once, then once more. Then he closed his eyes and surrendered to it.
In Matt's mind...
The alley was littered with debris. There was an overturned car in the middle of the street, a stray dog nosing through a pile of trash.
There was a sudden, silent flash of light and the boy was lifted off his feet. He was smiling, smiling and slowly paddling his arms like a swimmer. Then he seemed to float above fat above the burning city.
On Behalf of the President of the United States, I award you the medal of the Purple Heart. For wounds sustained in combat
Matt opened his eyes and saw an officer.
Again, the fatigue bore down on him, pushing him below the surface of consciousness.