Third Person - Complete

I've Got You

"Lewis, wake up," Patch's growl woke her up. "Lewis, open your eyes."

Patch's blurred face came into focus, looking at her worriedly.

"'m 'wake," She slurred.

"Take a hit off your inhaler," Patch ordered.

Lewis managed to get a hit off of her inhaler. It helped clear her head. She shivered and looked at Patch.

"What's going on?" Lewis asked.

"We're on mission. I need you awake," Patch said, kneeling down in the back of the truck. "I need you awake."

"Sick," Lewis gritted out, trying not to vomit as the inhaler mixed with her painkillers.

"Doesn't matter," Patch said. "Are you sick or are you injured?"

Lewis shook her head. "Sick."

"Get up," Patch said, standing up. He reached down, offering his hand, and when Lewis took it he heaved her to her feet. Put your hand on your belly and tell me you have to pee."

Keeping her face carefully blank, Lewis did just that.

Patch looked around, then pointed. "You see that pile of railroad ties?"

Lewis nodded, looking over at where Patch was pointing.

"I need you to walk over there, cop a squat, then come back, all right?" Patch said.

"I don't have to pee," Lewis protested as Patch handed her a roll of toilet paper that was squished almost flat.

"You do now. Rub one out, whatever, but go over there," Patch said. "Take your weapon with you, make sure you're locked and loaded."

"All right, all right," Lewis moved to the end of the tailgate.

"No matter what you see, you wipe off, you walk back. If the situation over here changes, you take cover over there, even if you have to lie in your piss puddle. Do you understand?" Patch said.

"Yes, Sergeant," Lewis climbed out of the truck.

"And hurry the hell up!" Patch shouted.

Lewis hurried over to the moss covered pile of railroad ties, moving around them. Something about the way Patch was acting was putting her nerves on edge. She looked around, noticing that it looked like only half the squad was present. Canvas sheets had been erected to block views of the loading dock in front of the open doors of the two middle train cars.

The M-60 normally on the ringmount of the Gypsy Wagon was no where to be seen, but Lewis avoided staring at the pickup truck she had been sleeping in. Her knees still felt shaky and her stomach kept clenching tight. She had to pause several times to get her stomach to steady out and stop churning.

Lewis undid her pants, dropping them down around her knees, pushed her panties down, and squatted. She realized she needed to pee after all, her bladder starting to scream at her as soon as she crouched. Lewis looked down to make sure her panties were really out of the way, reached down to pull her lips out of the way and relaxed.

She was less than two hundred feet away from the four train cars and the woods were almost silent. Quiet enough that she could hear her urine hissing and spattering.

Crap, I got it on my boot heels. That's gonna take me forever to buff out, Lewis thought, looking down.

She wiped, quickly, wadding up the tissue and stuffing it in between two of the railroad ties. She started to stand up when she heard a vehicle moving toward the clearing.