From the Brink part 2

"Lets get him on the table. We don't have long" A faint voice was heard in the darkness flashbacks of jaws snapping sent bolts of pain through the darkness
"Get him sedated, he's starting to tremble" the faint voice said again. Soon the darkness overwhelmed again.

Voices again swimming in the darkness,
"It's remarkable he survived.  This soldier is a strong willed fellow. Those German mutts don't normally leave anything"
Flashbacks of blood soaked teeth closing in caused tendrils of pain across the darkness.
"I'm sure they would have finished the job but thankfully they were put down. How's are his rift improvements going? " the voice sounded familiar,  a flash of an officer's face giving a briefing. 
"Excellent. His body hasn't rejected anything which was our biggest concern.  The arm is in place and just needs a few more adjustments."
In the darkness impulses were sent to try and move an arm.
"Good God he's moving! Look the fingers! "
"Intriguing that shouldn't be possible?  Right we'll get him sedated again as he is not ready yet. "
Darkness rushed in.

Light this time not darkness, blurry images swimming around. 
"Right he's starting to come round.  His arm is locked and inoperative till we can talk to him properly.  He's been through hell so let's take it slowly"
The blurry light focused more and 5 figures could be made out. One in a uniform the others all in white.
"Lt Jenkins.....can you hear me?"
Jenkins ? My name.  Memories rushed to fill the void. 
"Ye... yes? Where....where am I?  What happened....what happened to me? " Lt Jenkins stammered drowsyly.
The figures whispered to each other, Jenkins strained to listen.
"Tell me god damn it" he rasped.
The man in uniform started to speak.
"Well old boy. You had a rather nasty run in with some Shreckwulfen. " he said calmly.
Memories flooded Jenkins thoughts, a battle, a desperate escape, an explosion, then bounding monsters and last sharp clawsand teeth descending.  Jenkins shuddered involuntary.  A sudden jolt hit him.
"My men what happened?" Then with a scowl "Lange...where is he?"
His sight was getting more clearer as he came out of what ever sedation he had been under.
"Try not to worry about your men right now" The officer started to say.
"Where are my men?" Jenkins said angrily.
More whispers amongst the white clothed people, doctors they looked like doctors Jenkins thought. Anger boiled up,  He clenched his fists subconsciously but then he felt an odd sensation. One hand was fine, the other he could not feel. He quickly moved his head to look at his hand. His eyes widened in shock,
"What in God's name have you done?!" He yelled.
The doctors all took a step back. The officer stepped forward and started to speak
"Right Jenkins so much for taking it slow. I'm Major Whitaker, you undertook a mission for me.  It was costly but you did well. The Germans caught up with you though. I won't lie it was a bloody mess.  Lange the little blighter escaped, you got attacked by god forsaken shreckwulfen.  Your two colleagues sadly did not survive and you by who knows what means managed to hold on to life long enough for us to find you. Sgt Harwood and several paratroopers made it back safe."
Jenkins lent back. At least someone made it back out of this mess.
"Major,  what about my family and again sir what have you done to me?" He asked, his head was getting clearer and clearer. The situation though was getting more and more confusing. The Major ran his hand through his hair and took a quick deep breath,
"Right you are still officially missing in action. That will change, I'll see to it your family know you are alive but no going home yet my boy.  England needs you and more importantly I need you. Right now about your arm....