" I will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines. " E. Roe x Oc

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨

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In the back room of the hospital I rolled a small vial of perfume between my fingers. If I were back at my camp, it was likely that the small vital would be taken as contraband. I set my finger on the end and tipped the vial over then back again, leaving a small amount on the tip of my left index finger. I dabbed it sparingly just behind my ears before ruffling my hair. Bringing my handkerchief to just below my nose, dabbing up the wet substance — My nose had been running relentlessly as a result of the cold and it wouldn't stop.

My mind drifted to Heffron, was I really that easy to talk to? Approachable? Pretty? After a few moments I put another small swig of perfume on my index, then I rubbed my handkerchief in between my index and thumb, covering it in the vanilla scent. Just in case. I shoved it into my pocket then began to take inventory of the medical supplies, scratching numbers onto a paper clothed clipboard.

That's when I heard the most antagonizing noise I could have ever imagined.

"Morning Lucille."

Just keep looking at the paper, pretend you don't hear him.

"Not an English time?" He left his place on the doorframe and stood next to me.

"Need something Heffron?" I tittered, eyes on the paper.

"Just came to say hi. Maybe some morphine. Doc says he needs some." He sighed.

"Why don't the doc just come to get it on his own?"

"He has his hands full." Heffron drew his fingers along the shattered stain glass.

"It'll cost ya." I huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Yeah? How much?" He dug around in his pockets, I just rolled my eyes.

"That one flew over your head." I monotoned.

Heffron looked up as if he would see something flying over his head.

"I'll see what I can do," I ducked past him. The perfume behind the ears works like a charm, I heard him inhale. "We cannot spare much." I said, picking through a wooden crate, finally my hand grazed two syrettes. "Here." I held a single syrette out to Heffron. "Did you all really not bring more supplies with you?"

"We supposed you had some." his eyes flicked to the empty boxes. "Better than nothing I suppose." He landed on, his rough hands taking the delicate item from my own.

I bobbed my head, blinking a few times before returning to the clipboard and notes, "don't bother saying thank you." I said with a small chuckle, scraping off the number on my list of morphine and subtracting one from it.

"Sorry yeah — Thank you Lou." He looked up from the morphine between his fingers.

"That's Clark to you." I furrowed my brow, not even bothering to look at him.

"Right doll, see you around." With that final jab, he left, his ego being fulfilled. I would quickly gather more loathing to that pet name the more he used it, doll, like a plaything, in-adamant object — a compliment. I smiled, then frowned again at myself. As he was leaving, he glanced through the window then approached again. I looked up with a face that must have been uninviting because he looked quite scared.

"Yes, Heffron?"

"Listen uh," he looked through the cracked glass that separates the two of us. "The boys, out in the wood, im sure they would love it -- "

I stared at him for a moment. Did I want to do this? What if the men are just afraid of me? I wanted nothing more than to begin to cry. Why did I want to cry? I didn't even know what he was asking me yet.

"-- If you and some of your friends came down with the food." Heffron looked down, avoiding my probably stern features. I sighed.

"'y'know they haven't seen gals in awhile and im sure its fine if you said no, they can live without it. They asked me to ask y-"

"I'll talk to the girls."

Heffron looked up with a slight twinkle in his eye, as if he had just won the war. I shifted through the store-room, approaching the broken stained glass window. A short silence was broken by my words, "I'll go regardless." I bit my lip nervously, then took the back exit of the storeroom.

"Do bring anything else you can spare." Heffron called out into the empty storeroom after me. Part of me was excited that the boys showed any form of interest in romance at all, while, as usual, the other half wanted to jump out the nearest window and fall to my death.

"Renee," I spoke after the French girl walked past me.

She turned on her heel and tilted her head, "Lucille?"

"The boys want us to deliver the food down to the wood." I just about choked, then raised my hand to my temple to appear more natural.

Renee furrowed her brow, "Do we not have anyone else to deliver such things?" she asked the rational question. I scoffed lightly, upset that I hadn't thought of that myself to say to Heffron, this whole thing wouldn't have happened.

"It's some occasion." I rolled my eyes, "We shouldn't all go anyway. Someone needs to take care of the men."

"Obviously."

I felt stupid. Ofcourse it was obvious, why did I need to state it? I turned off to a different direction and pretended to busy myself with a wet rag on a man's forehead. "I'll go if you do."