I Don't Know Why I Did That..

They had to keep going. They had wasted enough time back there, and both of them had things to do. But, the damn wound was making it almost impossible for Don to get anywhere without feeling that he was going to pass out. He chuckled, “Believe me, I hope they’ll have me ready to go again soon. ” He glanced up, meeting Wade’s gaze. He nodded and spoke just above a whisper, “Yeah. I’m…I’m okay.” He held onto the medic for a moment longer before releasing his hold slowly. 

Don offered the medic a weak smile, just so he would believe him when he told him he was fine. Wade probably knew better. It probably wasn’t the first time he’d come across a stubborn soldier. 

He began walking again, cringing slightly and placing his hand over his wound. The ground tilted, prompting him to stop. “Hey Doc?” He sighed, glancing at the ground. “I think I need to sit down. No use in tryin’ to fool you anymore.” As he set himself down carefully, he stretched his legs out, moving his foot side to side. “So Wade, where’s the rest of your squad?” 

    Wade quietly went along after the soldier insisted he was okay.. Don’t get him wrong, he knew very well that the guy wasn’t okay, losing that much blood was NEVER okay.. Despite his efforts, Wade’s poker face was corrupted when Don tried standing on his own, it only proved to worry the medic more. The last thing he wanted was for him to fall down. Ultimately, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little frustrated, he could only handle one wounded man.. ONLY ONE.. 

    He made sure to walk close to the other, just in case he were to be hit with a sudden dizzy spell, thank goodness the man had enough smarts to actually say something when he started to feel woozy. The medic didn’t bother saying ‘I told you so,’ or any of that jazz, instead he simply gave him a sympathetic smile and hummed as he took a seat next to his new buddy.

        Oh, right.

  His squad.

The string of NO’S that escaped the barbers lips in response were nothing short of QUICK. He was annoyed ( when was he not these days ) & the questions only proved to AGGRIVATE him further as he turned his gaze up towards the other once more. The kid looked young, timid almost & Joe couldn’t help but wonder why the hell he was here & Roe or Spina weren’t.

A LAUGH escapes as he brings the cigarette back to his lips, taking another drag as the grin lingers.

  ❛     Can ya’ really have TOO MANY smokes, doc? I mean, considering…

    The medic couldn't help but smile at the soldier who seemed as though he wanted NOTHING to do with him.. Likewise.. Given the fresh attitude.. 

"I mean-- If it helps you sleep at night." 

    A shrug accompanied his words. Nothing seemed physically wrong with the guy (or nothing he was willing to surrender his medical equipment for), he assumed the headaches were stressed related, something all too familiar to the medic. Despite the hostile tone, he remained patient with the soldier, he could turn out to have some useful information, you never know.. 

{ HURT MY MUSE! }

    Give a man enough liquor && even the most mellow of medics do a few regrettable things. And that’s just it, Wade had a little too much to drink, && everything was going smoothly, until a very irritated looking Claire marched in looking him square in the eye. At first, he simply sat there, looking back at her, unsure of what to say, or why she was so pissed.. “What..?” He questioned, looking sincerely confused, and thoroughly intoxicated..

S M A C K

    A hand collided with his face && all he did in response was rub his cheek and let out an admittedly embarrassing whimper. “What the hell was that for..??” He spoke hesitantly in an attempt to keep his voice from cracking.

    Now, Wade wasn’t the kind of guy to break promises, but he had so much on his mind lately that he couldn’t possibly be responsible for forgetting one little thing.. But that’s just it, he forgot his promise he made with Claire, that he’d stay with her through her shift, and he totally forgot. Claire, one of his closest friends that he would normally never break his word to.

‘You don’t remember? Oh sure Claire I’ll totally go with you on your shift!’ 

{ IDEK WHERE THIS MEME IS LMAO }

“Shit..” 

    Huffed the medic as he carefully treated the mans wounds. They were supposed to keep POW’s alive, not on the verge of death, the poor man was beaten to hell by some passerby soldiers, finishing off with a single bullet before finally leaving. Consider him lucky that Wade had been nearby to witness this cruel act and make an attempt to tell the men off. He imagined the blows, or at least the pain would render the poor guy unconscious, but they didn't..

    Trembling hands warily relieved the wounded man of the bullet before trying to stop the bleeding.

‘I can’t breath..’

    The other man gasped forcing Wade to hesitate before reaching a hand to Flo’s forehead to push the hair away from his face, one hand still firmly holding the wound.

“Hey, hey, listen, you’re alright, you’re fine, you’re just scared, you’re gonna be okay, it’s not all that bad..” 

                                      He only hoped he wasn’t lying.

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    One of the side alleys of the trashed town the medic currently stood in was the quietest place he knew of.. Granted it wasn’t exactly quiet, you could hear the bustle of other soldiers just on the other side of the building.. But from his point of view, it was almost peaceful.. He felt as though he was going to miss it there when he had to move on, it’s the first place he’s been able to catch his breath in private.. Up until a few seconds ago..

    At first, when the cold hand slipped under his shirt, he wasn’t sure what to think.. Maybe that it was an animal or something..? His first reaction was to flinch, startled by the sudden sensation, which then stirred a chuckle in an all too familiar voice.

    “Holy fuck, Joe? You tryin’ to give me a fuckin’ heart attack or something?” Wade hissed trying to compose himself.

✚: Stab with a knife / sword / blade.

♕: A kick in a very sensitive area.

✿: Insult (Insert specific insult.)

♠: Punch / slap / blow to the face.

♆: Strangle / suffocate them.

ϡ: Gash with a knife / blade /sword.

ღ: Emotionally scar them (Include how).

†: Nail them to a structure (Explain).

✄: Break off a relationship with them.

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    Irwin wasn’t quite sure how to react when the tankards hand slipped its way under his shirt.. Should he be upset..? Or should he avoid jumping to conclusions && simply wait to see what would happen.. Perhaps it was a mistake.. He wasn’t sure, but he also didn’t have the most assertive personality, and he knew Grady simply did what he wanted, especially when it came to pushing someone’s buttons..

{ SEND ME A ?! FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO YOURS SLIPPING THEIR HAND INSIDE HIS/HER SHIRT. }

    It had to be around two or three in the morning, Wade was awake simply out of pure sympathy for Caparzo.. Nobody else would have rewritten the letter soaked in his own crimson blood, so he took it upon himself to do just that.. Under normal circumstances it wouldn’t have taken him so long to carry out a task as simple as that, but the letters were difficult to decipher, due to the blood && water that covered it.. In a way, he almost wished he hadn’t taken the paper.. But he knows he would've felt terribly guilty if he hadn’t.. The downsides of having a conscience..

    An elongated sigh escaped the man’s lips as he placed the pencil being used on the table && lifted his hands to massage his currently throbbing head.. He probably should’ve tried to fall sleep by now, though he knows that would be pointless.. There was far too much on his mind, && even if he did manage to sleep, it would take more than a short hour or so to make him feel rested.. Might as well just stay up..

    Irwin nearly thought he was dreaming when he felt a chilled hand find its way under his shirt, causing him to hitch his breath.. Turning his head, he spotted Reiben, snickering into his shoulder.. A sharp exhale left the medic’s lips (a mixture of both relief and irritation) before he gave a quick glare at the man behind him..

“ You’re hands are really damn cold y’know.. ”

He spoke quietly, leaning away from the soldier’s cold touch.

“ You all out of conscious people to bother or somethin? ”