Thread: Bravo Company ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Sam stood her ground as Hoyt threw one more stare back at her and then he moved to the far side of the group just as Morgan appeared. She watched as he walked away conscious of the rest of the guys looking from her to Hoyt and back again. Then she looked across to Jackson and nodded a silent 'thanks' when he looked at her. Then she was aware of Morgan telling her to follow him. As he did so, she was conscious that he was checking over what she was wearing and checking her pack. He didn't tell her that there was anything wrong so she could only assume that this time, she had everything she was supposed to have. When he turned around, she took a breath and fell in behind him, tightening the shoulder strap on her pack as she did so. She was focused on where Morgan was going and on putting one foot in front of the other in a way that didn't get herself or anyone else blown up. She tried to the think about the 'what ifs' if she did that then she would probably finish up frozen to the spot. Fear would literally paralyze her. So her whole focus was stay close, keep your eyes open, put on foot in front of another. She wasn't thinking about what the guys behind her were seeing, saying or doing and she certainly didn't here the interaction between Kirk and Jackson. When Morgan stopped and held up her arm, she crouched down onto one knee, looking ahead to see what it was that he had seen which had caused him to stop. Her heart was pounding and she was scared that at any minute she was going to start throwing up. Sitting there in the bush, hiding, in silence, hoping that the opposing force didn't become aware of their presence. When the passed she closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer before she reached for her water bottle and took a few calming mouthfuls. A few minutes later, they were moving again. The next stop at the fork in the road was very different members of the squad were a lot more relaxed whilst Morgan determined their best route. Then all hell broke lose. Almost as soon as the warning shouts started, so the bullets started flying. Sam hit the deck to start with, trying to get some kind of bearing on where the enemy was shooting from. But before she had a chance, she heard the call for a medic. Almost on instinct she started to move, keeping low, moving behind the men who were firing. She couldn't believe how Kirk was standing, almost in full view. Tex. Will you get your ass down. I don't want to have to come back and and take care of you. Oh come on Doc...I think I'd like you takin' care of me... Ma'am. He flashed a white smile at her as he set himself down behind a little cover. She kept moving towards Jackson. She found him with Biggs and immediately went to work. She opened his shirt and then her own M3 pack. She secured a pressure bandage and administered morphine. The kid's chest was a mess and her head told her that almost certainly he was going to die long before they could ever get him to the evac hospital. Sam didn't expect to get him out of the bush, but she worked on him as if his survival was a surety, all the time talking to him and telling him how he was going home and he would be fine. Her hands were soon covered in blood and somewhere in what she was doing she had brushed her cheek, leaving a smear down the side of her face. And as she worked on Biggs, the rest of the squad worked to keep them all alive.