Thread: Operation Valkyrie is now in effect [Shibby + Blue]

Werner was already feeling guilty for pushing Claus to his limits. The poor man had enough stress on his body and mind, knowing that he had just made dozens of men traitors, all being hunted down like dogs and scattering like rats. On top of that, he was shot and losing blood at a quick pace? but to put the icing on the damn cake, he just forced the man to run for miles, making his heart pound harder to accommodate oxygen to the body, thus causing him to lose blood faster. The man grimaced as it finally dawned on him just how hard he pushed the man. Well, pulled, literally. But it was ultimately for his own good. You can reverse a bullet wound. Clean it up and patch it. You can??t reverse being dead. Had they stayed any longer or paused any more than they did, they could have been captured. ??I??m sorry, sir,? he apologized. It was due. Although he ensured the man??s safety, he still risked the man??s health. He turned to get a medical kit- they had stocked the safe house with medical supplies and food. If their number remained the same, they had enough food to last them two to three weeks without ever having to leave the place. However, as soon as he turned, he heard the colonel fall behind him. Someone shouted an order to give him some help. Probably Oblricht by the sound of it. Beck hurried over to the colonel, telling him that he??d be all right and they??d get him to a bed. However, Werner interjected, ??I??ll carry him. You get the medical kit.? The man agreed and Werner gingerly picked up the unconscious man, carrying the near-lifeless body onto one of the cots and placed him down. Haeften was never good at medical affairs. He nearly failed that bit at basic training. But he didn??t want to sit around, being useless while their colonel bled to death. Werner unbuttoned the bloodstained jacket, pulling it off the man??s shoulders and the white shirt beneath soon followed. For such a small wound, it sure caused a lot of damage. By this point, Beck was back with the medical kit and volunteered to clean up, remove the bullet, and sew the wound. But he needed a little light. Werner was handed a flashlight and he steadied it on the wound, allowing Beck better vision and thus, was able to work quickly. Within fifteen minutes, the only trace of the bullet wound was a few, small stitches. ??Now all we can do is let him rest,? Beck muttered, placing the medical supplies away. Werner found a small rag and used a spare bit of the water supply to dampen it and returned to Stauffenberg, placing it over his forehead. He hated waiting. Doing nothing. But if that??s what it took to allow Claus to return to good health, then so be it. He had done so much in the past month, his body truly needed that rest. The survivors all stayed up that night. There was no thought of sleep. Some were worried about being found and didn??t want to lose their life in their slumber. Others were troubled over Stauffenberg. All Werner knew was that the entire night, he just sat in his bed, waiting for Claus to wake. Between being in a remote place with no hint of society around them, and the lack of the colonel??s voice continuously barking orders to them, it was as if the world stopped.