Franz stirred and Maer leaned forward. He spoke softly to Franz. "Take it easy now..."
Franz grimaced as he opened his eyelids. He glanced around quickly and his eyes stopped at the man sitting next to him. Slightly drugged because of the medication, Franz forgot he was supposed to act 'American' and his German accent came back slightly. "Are you the doctor? Vhere am I?" Maer froze. His smile had turned into a part way frown.
"What's your name?"
Franz looked up and realized he had made a mistake. "I'm...Frankie Perrin." He replied, thinking of the first name that popped into his mind.
Maer relaxed ever so slightly. "Scared me there for a second, you did. Thought you were German."
It was Franz, or 'Frankie's' turn to have a strained smile. "Is there something wrong with Germans?"
Maer got up, "When I was serving in the navy, had a friend who was German, back stabbed me though. Ryoshine knows about it."
Franz slowly got up. "Not all Germans are bad people. It's the same with Americans."
Maer shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. You rest up now, though." He grabbed his equipment and left the infimary.