It took the three of them what seemed like an eternity to finally make it to the top. For how tall, it seemed impossible. The amount of sweat that soaked Jason was enough to fill his canteen, oh but he lost that. Nick took a few minutes to sit unhooking himself from the rope that bound them together in the first place. However, when he was able to settle a bit, the Sergeant felt dizzy, the world seemed to be spiraling around him and it was hard for him to focus his vision on anything in front of him, his own hands were blurry and his mind was fading to black. Was he about to?
Nick lost consciousness and fainted, thus alarming both Jason and Eric and his body went limp and he fell back from his sitting position. Jason was quick at his side not concerned that he somehow looped the rope around his calf, still attached to Eric.
Kneeling over him, Jason said his name in multiple different ways repeatedly, placing his hand across Nick's forehead, he was burning up and he quickly brought his hand to his chest next to feel his lungs expand. Eric in a panic, grabbed his thermal canteen, which kept liquid hot or cold depending.
The Colonel stood at Nick's side and unscrewed the lid, tipping his hand as soon as it was loose enough. A small stream of water hit Nick's face and Jason leaned back from him slightly. At first, there was no response. When Eric attempted a second stream, the Sergeant shot awake and sat up, ready to start swinging. He did, the back of his hand making contact with Jason's chin.
The Lieutenant grunted lowly, ignoring the smack he just received and he grabbed ahold of Nick's pack strap with firm, tight grip.
"Nicky, it's us. You're fine." He said to him.
"Y-yeah, I know ii-t," Nick breathed out in a slight slur, he was a bit discombobulated, not noticing he had just hit Jason or that he just hit lights out.
Jason eased his grip a bit but still had him held in case he was going to pass out again.
"Here, Sergeant." Eric finally knelt down and handed him water, showing some sympathy for once.
Nick snagged the bottle from the blonde and tilted it back, taking a few good sloppy swiggs before handing it back, to which Eric took it from him and screwed the lid back on, putting it away. That's when Jason took a few good glances over Nick's two week old wound in his left armpit/shoulder. The Lieutenant released the strap from his grip, moving his hand to it and he touched it carefully. It was wet, soaking through the bandages.
"Nick, why the fuck-"
"I know, it seeps when I exert myself.. or if my adrenaline gets pumping." Nick told him, already more aware of what Jason was about to talk to him about.
"And why didn't you say anything?" Jason questioned him, he was clearly confused. "You know where we're goin', and you're sittin' here, leaking like a faucet... Fainting."
To say Nick was a bit ashamed was an understatement, right now, he was holding up saving Rachel and if his wound was still re-opening, those things, however many of them are left will smell him almost immediately. As much as Eric wanted to intervene to continue, he remained silent understanding that this was a bad situation, about to get worse.
It was a bad situation the moment he decided to enter the room Jason was held up in for interrogation from CENTCOM officers.
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2OO3 :House Of Ashes:
Fanfic(I'm a year late, but I revisited this game and I fell in love with it all over again.) They say when you dance your last dance for death, death has no choice but to watch. Eric, Jason and Nick find themselves returning back to the Hell they left b...
