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garden-0f-eden · 1 year

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BY THE RIVER

SUMMARY: Whilst awaiting the hours until you were to attack Foy you struggled to sleep, fearing for the life of not only you but the rest of you squad, your captain finds you on the riverbanks and decides to comfort his (favourite) Corporal.

Warnings: Talk of family trauma, PTSD, fem!reader, reader is from British army (Easy took her in), language, reader is said to be 19, slight angst, fluff

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Sleep had refused to come and find you tonight, refused to come and put your tormented mind to rest even if it's just for afew hours. It almost felt like some sort of cruel joke. Your comrades are laid down to sleep forever and are finally at peace, whilst you can never rest, never at peace, not even when you're positive you're safe, positive nothing can hurt you. You was certain you'd have a higher chance of freezing to death before sleep found you. That didn't sound too bad right about now.

You made sure Sergeant Lipton was asleep before pushing the fir braches away from the top of your shared foxhole, and crawled out onto the freezing blanket on ice that drained the forest of colour. You carefully pulled the branches back over the foxhole and crept away from the village Foy and towards the river.

You cringed at the sound of the snow being compact under your boots, occasionally loosing your footing on the, now, ice. The sound of running water eventually filled you ears distantly, coming into view over the fallen and burnt trees scattered in the snow. You clean off a stump and pull it to the riverbank, using it as a makeshift bench.

Since leaving the foxhole you realised just how cold it was, your hand were numb and it was almost impossible to ball them into a fist as you shove them into your pockets, you breath now more prominent in the air and your shivering become more aggressive.

All you do is stare into the river, watching as the water cascades over the rocks or maneuver around it. You think about Toye and Guarnere and the look of sheer horror on Bucks face. Part of you feared you'd end up like Buck. Not that you didnt respect him. Oh god no. He's saved your life on multiple occasions and you owe him your life for that. But still, you feared the scars of the war would never fully fade. That is if you survive till the end of the war. Part of you hoped you didnt. You didnt want to see the devastation its caused. Do your family even know if you were alive? Have they just assumed you're dead? Probably. They doubted your every move, practically disowned you when you even considered joining airborne. "The military is no place for a woman." You remember your father telling you every. Single. Day. You were 17 when you enlisted, now 19-

You're quick the snap out of your thoughts at the sound of heavy slow footsteps behind you, "You okay kiddo?" You leap up from the log you sat on, reaching for the knife tucked into your belt, "Woah- steady Corporal..." he put his hands up in surrender. "H-Holy shit Winters! Don't scare me like that!" You whisper shouted at him. "Sorry..." he murmered as you let out a breath you wasn't aware you were holding, "Mind if I sit?" He spoke softly to you, it was nice. He was always soft with you, not like Milarky or Lipton barking orders at you every seconds of the day, you understood it was their job, but the roughness drilled into your brain. "Um... yeah sure I don't mind." You sit back down facing the river, listening to his footsteps approach.

"Its dangerous to be out of your foxhole alone you know?" He murmers as he takes a seat besides you, following your gaze into the water. You don't answer, you hadn't even realised he spoke. "Y/N?" A concerned look spreading across his face, he touched your knee gently and carefully, as if you were the most fragile glass, you flinched slightly at his touch. "Sorry sir..." you murmured looking at him now, snapping out of your trance. "What's on your mind, Soldier?"

"Will Toye and Guarnere be okay?"

He gives you a sad smile "They're fine. They're getting proper medical care." He Pat's your knee reassuringly.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"S' so cold... I miss England." The laughs slightly, "I miss Pennsylvania... say...where are you gonna do once the wars over?" You dont even think about the question, just shrug, "Not sure, I've had enough of Europe for now though, probably forever." He grins and nods "Same here Kid... No family back in England?" He asked confused, hadn't you told him about your brother? "Yeah but...." you pause, looking away from him, debating what words to say, he takes it as a sign to change the subject, "Why dont you come back to America with the rest of Easy?" You giggle and roll your eyes, "And where would I go cap? Huh?"

He takes a deep breath and hesitates before answering, "Come back with me... Back in Pennsylvania I have a nice little house along a river...just like this one... and its warmer." He adds the last bit teasingly, speaking of warmer, you realise how your shivering has stopped and how you've now leaned into his side without realising, his arm gently around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. "As much as that sounds nice... I dont think your wife would appreciate you bringing home a random British woman." He scoffs and let's out a laugh, "I'm not married Corporal, or in a relationship at that."

You were honestly surprise, Winters was a nice man, caring and supportive. Good-looking too if your being honest. "Missin' out then..."

The words left your mouth before you could even process them, you could tell your face was probably even redder from embarrassment then the cold now. "Is that right?" He asked playfully raising his head and looking down at you, you've already dug yourself into a hole you cant get out of, so you might as well dig a bit deeper. "I mean, your nice, you care a god awful amount about your men. And you are...handsome..." You mumbled the last bit, you'd rather die then tell him, "What was that Corporal?" You refused to speak, you wanted to die. "Are you refusing to tell me? Disobeying your superior.... tut, tut, tut L/N, I thought you was better then that..." he said playfully leaning into you. "Ugh... add annoying to that list," you roll your eyes jokingly, "I- I said you was handsome..." You repeat, louder this time, even though you know full well he heard you the first time. It made him grin.

"Tell me Y/N, is there a lucky man sending you letters overseas?" He countered the conversation. Sly fuck. "No sir..." He raised an eyebrow "How comes?" He was now genuinely interested. You just shrugged again, "I never really found the right guy..." your voice trailing off. "Surely loads of men would be after you! You're a strong independent young woman who works her ass off, not to mention her intelligence AND beauty... and she makes great coffee." You look down at your boots, now blushing like crazy.

"Please don't..."

"Please dont what?"

"Play with my feelings."

He scoffed, "Look at me Corporal." You hesitate but meet his gaze, you saw how he looked at you and made your heart race. He looked at you with pure adoration, a soft and gentle smile. He looked at you as if you were a sculpture calved by Michelangelo himself, or as if you hung the stars in the sky or you were hand sculpted by the gods. "Captain..." you murmered nervously as he gazed at you.

He raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair hanging from beneath your helmet behind your ear and gently wiped of a smudge of dirt from your cheek. His hand lingered as you self-consciously lean into his touch, it made him think of a cat. He chuckled to himself.

"So will you come back to Pennsylvania with me?" You pretend to think deeply about it before rolling you eyes, "Sure. What have I got to loose." He suddenly turns serious and takes you hands in his "Fair. But please never loose your accent." He pleads half joking, half serious, making you laugh softly, the cold scratching your throat "I doubt I will Dick..." He slowly leans in, searching your face for any sign of fear or hesitation, then softly presses his lips to yours. Sighing in relief when you almost instantly return it. The kiss is slow and passionate. Something you both longed for. Something you both had thought about for a long time, he pulled away resting his forehead against yours, grinning at you.

"You know you've always been my favourite."

"I better be."

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malarkgirlypop · 7 months

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MEDIC! - 2nd Part (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

I have absolutely no patience... so here is the next part because I'm not a tease and I won't make you wait hehe. I have a lot more I might post everyday until I run out! Because like I said, no patience in my body! Also the main love is Malarkey but I have a problem and make everyone all love the OC. I'M SORRY I CAN'T NOT!! Warning is a slow burn I'm sorry I have ideas in my head and so things can't happen in the timeline without the ideas. I have to have everything ahhhhh. Anyway enjoy!

People step out of the way as the tall man pushes us through the crowd, we reach another soldier dressed in the same uniform.

“Captain Winters, Sir!” The man's low voice carries over the commotion of the crowd, Captain Winters who is talking to another soldier turns his attention towards us.

“Yes?” Winters replies.

“Sir, we have a field nurse who is here somehow by herself?” The man says from behind me. I watch Winters glance over to me then back to the man.

“Sergeant Randleman there are no field nurses here and there are none meant to arrive.” Winters appears just as confused as the man, who’s name apparently is Randleman, was when I spoke to him first. Winters steps closer to me. Reading my name badge that is pinned to my top.

“Emily Lane?” He looks at me for confirmation.

“Yes,” I pause looking up at Winters, “Sir?” I feel compelled to also call him Sir since everyone is saying it.

“How did you get here?” Winters asks. I let out a chuckle. I have been wondering the same thing. I sober myself when Winters gives me a confused look. I probably look crazy standing here laughing to myself. I go to open my mouth to say, oh I don’t know I was pulled through a portal of some sorts, but that coming out of my mouth in this situation might not be the best idea. My mind races. How the hell do I explain this? I open and close my mouth, Winters frowns at me squinting his eyes as if daring me to speak.

“I, uh…” I start to say. Think! Think of something to say, these men are looking at me like I’m crazy.

“Emily, how did you get to Holland?” Winters asks again, pushing me for an answer.

“HOLLAND?!” I blurt before my brain can catch up. The two men seem shocked by my outburst. I cover my mouth with my hand before anything else can come out of my mouth.

The two men share a look, I glance from one to the other. “Bull, why don’t you take Emily here to see Doc, she seems to be in shock.” Winters takes my shoulder turning me back to the care of Randleman aka Bull apparently.

I am once again being pushed through the crowd by Bull. People are still dancing and cheering, a man approaches with his eyes closed and lips puckered out steering straight for me, I flinch back, my arms coming up to deflect the incoming kiss, a nervous laugh bubbles from my lips. I look back at Bull trying to gauge if he just saw that as well. He leans close to me, “They’re celebrating.”

“I can see that.” I watch other soldiers move through the crowd; they are swarmed, being hugged and kissed as they walk.

“What are they celebrating?” I ask.

“The Germans have left, they are liberated.” he answers, still moving us through the crowd.

The Germans?

We stop at a commotion in the road, a woman next to us is grabbed by two men. They violently rip off her dress, I gasp moving forward to try and help her but Bull’s grip remains firm. I turn to face him showing my distress, “It’s not our business darlin’.”

I continue to watch, spotting other women stripped of their clothes and their hair has been cut. The woman that was next to me cries out as a man with scissors hacks her hair. A lady is dragged by us with a symbol painted on her forehead, I step back into Bull realising what that symbol is. My hands shake and my chest heaves, the world spins. A swash sticker is painted onto the foreheads of other ladies.

Where am I? What is going on?

“You alright there lil’ lady?” Bull notices my panic, holding me up as my legs almost give way.

“What is the date today Bull?” I pant, my eyes darting around. I’m wrong, this is a reenactment of some sorts. This isn’t happening.

“Well today is the 16th of September.” Bull replies looking confused, his cigar hanging from his teeth as he speaks. My breath leaves me in a short huff as the answer did not comfort me at all.

“The year, Bull?” I ask, my words holding an ounce of hope that was soon to be extinguished as he opened his mouth to speak once more.

“Why 1944, of course.” He says matter-of-factly, his eyebrows pulled down over his eyes even more, his expression mimicking a mix of confusion and concern as he looks at my face, trying to gauge my thoughts.

“1944?” I choke out. NO NO NO NO. I try to catch my breath, steady my heart rate but it’s no use. Black dots dance around my vision. Panic rises in my chest, my stomach twists. I spin around looking for the portal I came from. Where was it?

“Emily take a breath.” Bull’s muffled voice says in my ear. I shake my head pushing away from him. I stagger backwards hitting people as I go. Bull follows closely, holding out his hands to catch me. This has to be some sick dream? That's right, this is a dream! I raise my hand striking it to my cheek, it stings but I am still here. Bull looks at me shocked by my actions, I raise my hand again readying myself for another blow, harder this time. My hand is caught mid-air, my other hand also captured by a very concerned Bull.

“Bull,” I say very seriously, “I need you to hit me.”

“Hit you?” Bull questions. “I’m not going to hit you darlin’.” He keeps my hands in his, I’m sure he’s worried what I will do next if I have free reign of my hands again.

“Bull, Emily.” Winters appears next to Bull, he glances at the position that Bull and I are in. “As you were.” He says bewildered, moving forward with the rest of the soldiers. Bull pulls me towards him, tucking me under his arm and following Winters through the crowd. I don’t struggle, I march forward like a zombie, my brain has officially shut off leaving me detached from reality. In my mind I am back in my apartment, making dinner and then sitting down to watch a show then crawling into bed to get up and do the same thing the next day.

After some walking we leave the crowd behind moving away from the town, Bull continues to follow the rest of the soldiers still having me tucked under his arm like an injured bird. I don’t talk, I listen as the soldiers banter, most of what they say makes no sense to me. Dusk falls quickly, the group makes camp on the side of the road we have been walking for the day. I get given food and water, I slowly sip my water but I give my food to Bull, my stomach is still twisted in knots. I know none of it will stay down. Bull asks if I am sure to which I nod, he takes the food from me and quickly eats. None of the other soldiers seem to pay much attention to me, I guess since I have been so quiet and mostly hidden behind Bull for most of the day they didn’t see me. My white uniform top is now dirty and sweaty, my feet hurt from the constant walking. I'm sure I have blisters on the backs of my heels. A hand taps my shoulder, I jump swinging around to see Winters standing over me. “Emily, I need you to come with me. You too Bull.” Bull stands quickly following orders, I stand slowly and trail behind the two. We make our way through the makeshift camp, only one tent is pitched, the rest of the men are sprawled out on the grass under the stars, quietly chatting to each other. We make our way to the tent, Bull and Winters disappear inside. A thought crosses my mind, run, while no one is looking, run back to the town, find the portal and forget what you saw. I freeze glancing around the dark land that seems to sprawl for miles. No, something in my gut tells me I need to stay with these men, if I run I could find much worse. I shuffle my feet following the men into the tent. As I enter Bull and Winters sit at a table that has a map pinned to it.

“Emily, we radioed command and there is no record of a field nurse by your name.” Winters looks up at me, I still stand wringing my hands in front of me. I wrack my brain for an explanation.

“I’m independent, Sir.” I state.

“Independent?” Winters hums. “And how did you get to Holland?”

“I was signing up to be a field nurse in England, when I heard whispers of Paratroopers making their next jump into Holland. I also heard they had only a few medics, so I figured I would meet you in Holland and join you and your men, Sir.” I lie through my teeth. I keep my stare steady, and my body language relaxed to make my lies more believable.

“Why were you so frantic in the town then?” Winters asks.

“I got turned around in the crowd, Sir. I was worried I had missed my opportunity to join you. I was trying to tell Sergeant Randleman but I seemed to have confused him.” I glance at Bull, he watches me closely.

“Why did you ask for the date? Specifically the year?” Winters continues with his interrogation.

“Well I was tired from all my travels, I had fallen asleep at the place I was staying, when I awoke I was unsure of how much time had passed, since I didn’t want to miss your arrival. I felt like I had slept for years.” I internally cringe at how easily the lies roll off my tongue but I need to ensure I stay with this group.

Winters pauses thinking about my explanation. He looks towards Bull as if trying to read his mind, they share a glance as I watch them. I catch my bottom lip between my teeth chewing on it nervously.

“Well Emily we do need more medics. Have you been trained?” Winters turns back to me raising his eyebrows as he speaks.

“Yes, well no technically. I am in my last semester of training, I only have a couple of months left.” I say.

Winters brows draw together. “I guess that’s good enough, we are desperate.” he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“But you haven’t been trained in combat?” He continues.

“No, Sir. I am medically trained but have not been on the frontline. I understand not all medics carry a firearm, and are just there to help the wounded.” I answer.

“That’s correct. Well I cannot prepare you for what you are going to see on the frontline, and you understand Emily that you could also die on the front. There is no guarantee for your survival.” His strong stare pins me to the ground, I gulp. I have seen war movies, most of which I had to watch through my hands. I hated seeing the men being blown to pieces and shot down.

But this wasn’t a movie. I couldn’t watch through my hands, I was here on the front fighting against the Nazis. The thought hadn’t sunk in. How much danger my life was currently in, like Winters said there is no guarantee for my life. But what is my life? Is this it? Stuck here in 1944? Or when the war is over, if I make it through, do I find another portal? Is there another portal? It’s strange to think how quickly it all got turned upside down, this isn’t a dream, I’m stuck in a time where I do not belong.

I pull myself from my spiralling mind. “I understand Sir.” I say firmly, holding my ground, making my words as believable as I can.

Winters stands a small smile spread across his face, he reaches his hand out to me, “Welcome to Easy Company Emily Lane.” I take his hand gripping firmly with a single shake he releases me.

“Bull, get Miss Lane here some proper attire and supplies.” Winters turns to look at Bull who is already nodding and making his way out of the tent. I follow Bull as he holds the tent flap up for me to walk under. I follow him from behind, having to take double steps for his every one, he grabs things from piles, rummaging through bags, he turns holding up a shirt measuring it to my body.

“Seems you’ll fit the small.” He says, a new cigar is hanging from his teeth. I follow him as he grabs things and passes them back to me, by the time we are done I can hardly see where I am going. “Oof” I grunt walking into something hard.

“Hey, watch it tiny.” A man says in a thick philly accent.

“Oh I’m sorry.” I say peeking out from behind the mountain of gear in my arms.

“Aye, who are you?” he squints trying to get a better look at me in the dark.

The group of men that stand around with him also pique interest, five pairs of eyes land on me.

“Are you lost?” The man I bumped into speaks again.

“No, not lost.” I say, staring back at him.

“She’s our new medic.” Bull speaks from behind me. “Are these boys hassling you Lane?” He leans forward but says it loud enough for the group to hear.

I look over my shoulder at him and smile. “No, they aren’t giving me any trouble, but I think I could take them if I wanted.” Bull lets out a laugh, patting me on my back.

“You’re going to be trouble Lane, I can already tell.” He chuckles. “How about I introduce you to these men before you try and fight them all?” I smile up at him.

“This right here is Bill Guarnere,” he points to the man I walked into. “And that is John Martin, but everyone calls him Johnny.” Martin raises his hand giving a small wave, I smile back politely. “And that there is Joseph Liebgott, George Luz, Webster and Donald Malarkey.” Small hello’s and hi are said as they are introduced. They all look basically the same in the dark in the same uniforms, and I have no hope I am going to remember anyone's names.

“Hi I’m Emily Lane, but everyone calls me Emmy.” I say semi waving my hand from under the pile of clothes I am holding.

“Emmy, what on earth are you doing here?” the man who I believe to be George Luz says smiling.

“Well I heard you needed medics so, here I am.” I let out an awkward laugh. “I better go get changed, but I guess I will see you around?” I cringe, when was it hard to talk to a group of men?

Luz chuckles, “I’m sure we will Emmy.” a cheeky grin forms on his face. I don’t know what that smile means but I move quickly to find somewhere to get changed. I feel the men watch me as I go, I hear them fall back into conversation once I am out of view.

I turn around looking for a place to change, in front of me a field spans out with trees in the distance, behind me the men have made camp and are lying in the grass, huddling around in groups talking. I turn in a circle, trying to find the best spot. There are trucks parked on the grass but men sit in them as well.

“Emily.” Someone calls from behind me, I whip around to see a tall man standing in the shadows, I glance down at his arm a white band on his sleeve shows the red cross, the sign for medic.

“You must be Doc?” I say moving closer to him.

“I am indeed, I have your medic pack here. Bull told me to give it to you.” He hands over the army green bag with the red cross mark on the front. I take it trying not to drop the clothes I am holding.

“Thank you, Doc.” I say.

“Call me Gene.” I nod at his response, “Do you know what is in this bag?” he asks.

“I think so? A powder that stops infections, gauze, scissors, Tourniquet, medical tags, safety pins, tweezers?” I say off the top of my head, I actually have no idea what could be used in the 40's. I am so used to modern medicine, they would have no gloves, no alcohol swabs to disinfect gear.

“That’s about right, but I will let you have a look through by yourself if you have any questions come ask me.” he says turning to leave.

“Ok, thank you Doc. Sorry Gene.” I say loudly as he walks away.

“Miss Lane.” I hear from the other side, OMG now what. I turn to see Winters poking his head from the tent. I straighten, this man seems to be in charge here. I can't piss him off.

“Yes, Sir.” I make my way over to the tent.

“Emily, are you wanting to change?” he motions his head to the armful of clothing I am carrying.

“Yes please Sir, I couldn’t find anywhere private.” I shuffle forward and into the tent. Winters steps out, closing the flap behind him. I move quickly putting the clothes down on the table, I start by taking off my shoes and socks. Then shimmy my pants down, kicking them to the side. I empty the pocket of my uniform top, my hand grips something cold. I pull it out to inspect it. My mouth drops. No goddamn way! I clutch my phone in my hand, letting out a strangled gasp.

“Everything ok Emily?” Winters asks from outside the tent. Oh fuck! I thought he left, he’s probably making sure that no one comes in while I change.

I clear my throat, “fine.” my voice cracks, “I’m fine.” I say in a clearer voice. OMG, OMG, OMG I mouth. How the hell did I not lose this. I tap the screen and almost shriek, it lights up. The time and date have not changed from when I was back in my own time. I open the screen, no bars. Well I would be more surprised if I did get reception. 87% battery, I need to keep this on me, I mean if I go back to my own time I don’t want to have to buy another phone. I power down my phone and place it on the table. I search through my pockets, pairs of medical gloves, I place them down next to the phone. I pull more from my pockets: pens, pencil, a mask, hand sanitiser, omg I could kiss myself for always having the most full pockets. The last thing I pull out is a small black case, I open my earphones to find them sitting in their charging ports, the green light flashes. God I am good, they’re fully charged. But unfortunately I am unsure how long they will last as I can’t power them down like my phone. I place them down on the table as well. I take my name badge and pin on watch off my top as well.

I quickly get changed into the uniform given to me, leaving on my bra and underwear I slip into the pants doing the belt on the tightest loop so they don’t fall down and a white cotton t-shirt, I pull on my black thick socks and combat boots. The boots are a bit big but if I wear a couple pairs of socks they should be fine. I button up the long sleeve shirt, pulling on my jacket. I tuck the helmet under my arm and the medic kit is slung across my body. I gather the items from my pockets and slip them into my kit for safe keeping.

“Almost done in there?” Winters asks from outside.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, the tent flap opens as he walks back in. Winters scans me from head to toe, a small smirk forms on his lips.

“You forgot one thing.” Winters reaches into his pocket pulling out the red cross band. He gestures for my arm. I reach out my right arm, he steps forward and slides the band up, I look down at him watching him intently. Winters eyes meet mine, I look away quickly embarrassed I was caught staring. Winters laughs softly pulling safety pins from his pocket pinning the band to my sleeve, as he pins the last one I gasp. He looks up worried, scanning my face, “Got you.” I smile, his face cracks into a smile. “Indeed you did.”

He finishes pinning the band taking a step back to admire his work, I feel my face flush shy from being scrutinised by him.

“Well now you look the part.” He steps forward again, taking my helmet from under my arm. He gently places it on my head. “You always wear this, you got it?” I nod the helmet falling in front of my eyes from the movement. He chuckles, pushing it back up.

“Well I think you should show me how good your skills are.” Winters crosses his arms in front of him.

“My skills?” I am confused.

“I have a wound on my left leg, ricochet bullet. Gene was going to come dress it but you’re here now.” He sits as he talks, pulling up his pant leg for me to see the wound. I kneel down in front of him to better look at the wound, the lighting in the tent is poor but it will have to do. I pull gear from my medic bag, gauze and a fresh bandage. I pull down his sock to see the affected area better. The bandage on his leg is dirty, blood has seeped through the previous dressing. I look up at him as he watches me.

“You should be keeping off this, no?” I ask, wondering what the other medic had told him.

“I mean I can’t really, these men rely on me.” he sighs, he looks tired. I cannot imagine what this man has seen, his face looks young but his eyes hold scarring memories that he will never be able to unsee.

I remove the bandage on his leg, the wound appears small, and the wound bed appears to be granulating and no slough seems to be present. There appears to be no sign of infection, I press the back of my hand over the area to feel if it is hot to the touch, which it isn’t. There is no sign of erythema around it and the edges are actively healing; they pucker up due to the trauma of the ricocheted bullet entering the skin.

I feel Winters’ eyes on me as I assess the injury. “Do you have water?” I ask looking around.

Winters pulls a canteen from his belt, handing it to me. I tip the water from the canteen onto a couple of pieces of gauze. Then pouring the water onto the open wound, “ah.” Winters gasps flinching.

“Sorry.” I say continuing with my task, I clean the injury itself and around it, to help stop bacteria from entering the wound. I pat the skin dry, I apply the new clean dressing tying it around his leg to secure it. I sit back on my haunches looking up at Winters, he smiles seemingly impressed with my work.

“So what’s the verdict nurse?” he tilts his head as he asks the question.

“No sign of infection, which is good. Should be healed soon. It would heal faster if you didn’t walk on it so often but I can compromise with you on that. How about when you have time, you elevate your legs, to help reduce the swelling.” I say gathering my supplies and tighten the lid back onto the canteen before handing it back to him.

“Well I guess I can do that for you.” he says, taking the canteen from my hands. I stand making my way to the exit.

“Goodnight Captain Winters.” I say.

“Dick.” he replies.

“Where?” I exclaim.

The man looks confused, I stare at him eyes wide. My hand lifts to point at him.

“Yo..” I mumble.

“Me.” He says pointing at himself.

My eyes are big as saucers at this point, what is this man asking me?

“Right now?” I ramble.

“What?” his face scrunches in confusion. I mean he’s cute, but like I just met him. I reach my hands up to my top button undoing one.

“I mean I guess.” I say slowly unbuttoning my top, unsure if this is the request he just made.

“Emily what are you doing?” He seems genuinely concerned.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” I stop unbuttoning, I think I have read this situation very wrong.

“My name is Dick, Richard Winters.” He states.

My mouth falls open and my cheeks become hot, I’m sure my whole face has turned the darkest shade of red.

“Dick short for Richard.” I gape, the cogs in my brain finally turning.

“Your name is Dick.” I half shout, covering my mouth. I hastily do up my buttons. I am so dumb what is wrong with me, I could hit myself.

“Well… ah… goodnight Dick” I mumble hurrying out the tent. The cool breeze brings relief to my hot face, I fan myself trying to catch my breath. I need to find somewhere to sleep or hide, I need the ground to swallow me whole, that's what I need.

I rush back to the group of men most of which are sleeping, I see Bull’s larger figure sitting quietly talking to others. I make my way to him, carefully stepping over the men sprawled on the floor. I sit next to Bull. He appears to be my comfort, not that I know him well but from the interactions I have had with him he seems to be a kind person. He smiles down at me when I seat myself next to him.

“Saw you in Winters’ tent, everything ok?” he asks, leaning closer for me to hear him.

“Yeah, yup, oh yeah, fine I’m fine, so good, grand even, yup everything is a-ok” I ramble quickly looking back at the tent I just ran from, cringing at how the interaction ended. I wanted to curl up and die.

“Ahh, are you ok?” Bull frowns in confusion, tilting his head to get a better look at my face that I ducked down out of view.

“Yes, yup.” I reply, popping the p at the end of my sentence.

“Alright, get some rest.” Bull says, lending me the blanket from his legs, I slip under it next to him relishing his heat. Exhaustion pulls at my eyes, even on the cold hard ground my body yearns to rest. Bull moves next to me coming closer so our bodies are almost pressed together, I rest my head on my medic bag, as the world around me fades.

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