Burnt Skies Filled with Love

6 | Aiello Once Said

"Pi-Pierson, I-I can't walk anymore. My leg-" I stopped in my tracks. I could no longer walk with my injured leg. I looked down at my leg and let out a breath. Pierson looked back at me and came closer.

"Give me your bag," He commented, holding his hand out. I shook off my bag and handed it to him. He pulled my bag over one of his shoulders and soon came closer.

He positioned his arms onto my back and under my thighs and soon lifted me up, carrying me in a way that husbands do to their newly wedded wives.

"I-" I was lost for words. I didn't exactly expect him to lift me up. Maybe an arm around me for support, but this... I did not suspect this.

"It shouldn't be too much longer now," Pierson said, ignoring the redness of my face. I nodded and tried my best to ignore eye contact with him. I was already blushing like crazy, for some reason I didn't know.

I didn't know how to act, or even how to feel. I was so close to him that I could feel his breathing. I could see the faint freckles that danced around his face. I could also smell how disgusting he smelt, I probably smell the same way. It isn't exactly easy while out in a war. Sure we had our means to a bucket and soap, but when you're the only female in the platoon...

"You smell," I commented after I got tired of hearing the twigs snap from under Pierson's feet.

"You don't exactly smell like roses and sunshine either, princess." Pierson chuckled lightly. I opened my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. I let out a scoff and shook my head.

"Excuse you, I am a lady. I always smell beautiful." I flipped my hair. Pierson just shook his head and continued walking.

"Maybe once you heal up you can get cleaned up," Pierson suggested.

"I highly doubt it," I chuckle lightly. "It's not exactly easy with some of the guys. You have the respectable ones, but then you have the ones who will do anything to sneak a peek.

"That's just... Disgusting," he commented, looking down at me lightly.

"Yeah... Some people have started to call me stinky girl because I'm not able to bathe as much." I breathed out and shook my head.

"Uh... I have my own tent... if you ever need... you can bathe in there and I can make sure no one... you know... only if you want of course." he offered, ignoring eye contact with me.

"Are you being nice? Is this you being nice?" I smiled lightly.

"Uh- I- I am just offering,"

"I'm just kidding, Pierson, lighten up a bit. I really appreciate the offer and I will most likely take upon it." I smiled gently while looking at his features.

"If I were you I wou- Sargent Pierson! You're alive," One of the men from our platoon runs over.

"Get back to your post, private." Pierson raised his voice a bit. The guy eventually stumbled back to his post as Pierson ventured forward.

Pierson continued to walk towards camp as I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier. Everyone who was once doing something was now paused in their step as they saw Pierson walk up with a girl in his arms.

"Y/n?" I turned my head to see who was saying my name.

"Frank?" I rubbed my eyes gently.

"Y/n!" Frank ran over to the two of us and looked at me, looking all over my body for any form of injuries. "What happened?! What did you do!" He turned to look at Pierson.

"Stop, Aiello," I shook my head.

"You're leg is turning black and blue!" Aiello argued, following Pierson as he made his way to the medical tent.