❝ what did i expect? to leave a hemorrhage of violets wherever i walked? no. a lost son is called 'prodigal'. a lost daughter is just called 'lost'. ❞
the story of iceman's daughter．
[ TOPGUN: MAVERICK ]
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chapter seven ❝ sit with you in the trenches ❞ FTSD
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OCTOBER 29 ; 16:45 HOURS MISSION COUNTDOWN : — 00:15 DAYS
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Kade Kazansky was twenty—two years old when her entire squadron was killed before her eyes.
She didn't remember much after the crash, simply that her jet was on fire and she was, too. The memories came in flashes when she managed to pull herself from the debris, bones piercing out of her body, flight suit in flames, breathing becoming difficult. Rain drowned her, the scent of wet earth and jet fuel and burnt flesh suffocating her.
Kade thought of the day on the beach with her dad. She thought maybe she could die happy.
There was an immediate rescue mission put into effect to save the Warhawks, due to the top secret information that any potential survivors possessed. They found only Kade Kazansky amongst the wreckage.
Judge. Elvis. Berlin. Hurricane. Apollo. All dead.
In the months after, broken and bruised, Kade wished she had died with them.
Concussion, second degree burns, collapsed lungs, bruised spine, five broken ribs, snapped collarbone; her list of injuries went on. It was touch and go for a while; the doctors gave her a 40/60 chance at survival. They notified her family.
