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𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝘀 - 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼 ❝ you don't need me to function anymore ❞
soda and steve ducked as an incoming plane was heading towards them, luckily soda has had many experiences with running away and that he was able to pull him and steve out of their. dirt and gunpowder smeared itself into the air as the dead bodies of soldiers stayed.
nicolette had closed her first-aid kit until gunshots were being heard by the tent, all women and patients ducked down, some kept themselves up and on top of the injured ones wrapped; as in nicolette using herself as a human shield for a man who was fully wrapped up.
"y-you saved my life." was all the man could make out, he seemed to be about her age.
"that's pretty much my job." she joked as everyone tried to resume back to what they were doing.
"hey umm... how about i take you out?" the man asked.
"excuse me sir but we're in the middle of a war zone and i've already got a boyfriend who doesn't know i'm here." nicolette was putting away bandages into the small little compartments.
"but he ain't here, we could keep it a secret." he tried to wink but only to wince the pain.
"glad you said that, my boyfriend is currently serving in war, he also doesn't know i'm here." she explained, the man kept himself in a frown. "nicholas, right?"
"in the flesh." he also tried smirking, nothing.
"well, nicholas, if you excuse me, i've got other patients to get to." nicolette turned away to see a horrific image.
nicolette jaw dropped to the floor when she saw her older brother, marcus, lying dead on a hospital bed. she immediately ran towards him as the other nurses just stared with grief.
she wanted to shake him alive but he was already dead, gunshot wounds all over and blood staining her clothing, tears streaming down from her eyes. nicolette couldn't believe she was holding the dead body of her older brother, someone who told her they would be alright even if he went to war.
"come on, nicole-" one of her colleagues, marie, commanded softly.
"no! don't you touch me!" she broke down to her knees with her hand glued to marcus'.
"it's gonna be okay, we can't stay here any longer, we've got more people to treat." marie whispered as she rubbed nicolette's arms up and down.
nicolette listened and gave her dead brother one last look, if she sent her mother a letter about marcus then she wouldn't even have a family anymore, she knew her mother couldn't live in a world knowing that her son was dead, her children was all she had left.
nicolette's eyes caught a glimpse of soda being treated for a wound, he was stable and alive but nicolette couldn't see him, she quickly turned away with her back facing both the nurse who was treating him and soda.
"have you checked out that blue eyed boy? he's cute." madison, another colleague, giggled. "you know him?"
"as a matter of fact i do, he's my boyfriend." nicolette explained and walked away.
"well if he's your boyfriend then why don't you just go talk to him?!" madison shouted, creating a scene.
nicolette went out of the tent where she held in her tears, also praying to god that soda didn't see what had happened, she was in luck since soda's ears were still ringing from gunshots and he didn't care much about who the girl was.
so much has been going on, soda was so close to leaving for home but nicolette wasn't allowed to leave for another six months, it would hurt him if he came back to tulsa knowing his girlfriend has already went away to vietnam, somewhere he was in.
another set of soldiers came barreling in with men carrying one another, nicolette followed them in relief as soda had already exited the place. it was a bad thing for her to just go incognito from her boyfriend.
