The Fighter

Chapter 36

Storm needs the most medical attention. I take him while Alan gets somebody else.

Storm spits blood on my face and then leans over to vomit.

"Sorry." He cries.

"About what? Spitting blood in my face or beating me up." I say as I help him.

"Both." He spits again and then vomits in the same puddle.

"It's ok." I mumble as he whines out in pain.

After every boy that needs the treatment is treated General Logan escorts them down to the Prison of Hell. Oliver walks me back to bed with Alan and Jax trailing behind.

Alan forces me to put ice on my face as Oliver guides me to the barracks. General Logan catches up with us after escorting the prisoners.

"You all take an easy day tomorrow. Don't try to wake up early and wear yourselves out. Just take a break." He orders. I have no problem obeying either.

The next morning I ignore the alarm clock. My face throbs when I wake back up. Oliver lightly kisses me on the lips when he hears me stirring awake.

"How are you feeling today?" He gives me a pack of ice.

"Better than I was a few hours ago." I croak.

"Some of the boys down stairs need medical attention." Oliver brushes my hair back.

"I'll go help." I moan as I sit up. Oliver helps me out of the bunk and into my uniform. Then we slowly make it to the prison of hell.

As we walk down the steps the stench hits us in the face. I gag a little but keep going. About 20 boys are packed down there. Some boys need to be rest itches while others need a vomit bucket.

We help them and quickly leave. Oliver drags me to the mess hall after we wash our hands. He grabs a small basket and then leads me to the back door of the base.

"Oliver, where are we going?" I laugh as he talks to himself.

"We are going to meet Alan and Jax for lunch."

"Outside?" I ask as he pushes the door open.

"Yep."

The sun blinds me as I walk in the back field with Oliver. Jax and Alan are already out there sitting on a blanket.

I sit down between them as they welcome me.

"The ground is so soft." I comment. I had never felt soft dirt. The earth had been ruined after all the wars and the tactics that it just got destroyed.

"In ancient civilizations there use to be miles of soft dirt." Alan spreads his hand around for effects.

"It's so beautiful out here." The temperature was just right for shorts and a t shirt. It wasn't to hot or to cold I was perfect. The sun didn't shine to bright or to dull it was perfect.

Oliver pulls cookies out of the basket with bottles of milk and hands us each milk and cookies. We laugh and talk while we eat and after that we stay outside staring up at the clouds. Alan lays his head in my lap as I play with his hair while Jax and Oliver mess around into he grass.

"Of only Henry was here," I say to myself in my head.

If Henry was here I would be a lot more happy.

Authors note:

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