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Love Shot

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Beca's P.O.V.
I used to think it would be easy to hide in a jungle. Surrounded by trees and bushes, wearing camouflage uniforms. But when you're shooting towards the enemy from behind your hiding spot, it's pretty easy for them to figure out where you're hiding. So right now me and my team are half running, half crawling, through the jungle. The bullets are raining down all around us. We had to pull back, since the enemy had outnumbered us. We're doing fine so far. No one has been shot. The only problem now, is that to enter our base, you need to run about 20 feet in the open. I know, I know. It's stupid. But when making the base, it seemed like a good idea. The enemy would have a hard time entering without getting shot, and at the same time we wouldn't have to climb through a dozens of obstacles to get in. No one could have known that we would have to enter with the enemies right behind us. But what's done can't be undone, so we just have to run zigzag and hope for the best.
We're nearing the base in a quick pace. In just a few seconds the first ones will enter the open area. They're also the ones with the lowest risk of getting shot, since the people in the back obviously are gonna take most of the shots. I'm in the middle, which is okay.
The first ones are already halfway through the open area. Now it's my turn. I take a deep breath before running through the open area. My feet slam against the ground as I run as fast as possible. I'm getting closer by the second. 15 feet... 10 feet... 5 feet... Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I fall over, and the pain shoots through my body as I hit the ground. I hiss and roll onto my back. I carefully touch my left shoulder. When I look at my hand again, it's covered in blood. In that moment everything seems to fade away. The deafening sound of the constant shots disappears. My vision blurs and I feel myself drifting off. I think someone is trying to move me or something, but I'm not sure. I close my eyes and let darkness takes over.

Chloe's P.O.V.
"Chloe, I know you have lunch break, but we need you help. The soldiers have arrived, 4 of them are injured." My boss calls out.
"I'm coming." I quickly pack away my stuff and follow my boss.
"How are the soldiers injured?" I ask.
"As far as I know, 2 has been shot in the leg, 1 in the foot and 1 in the shoulder."
I nod. "Which one should I care for?"
"What about the one with the shoulder? It's a little easier than those with the leg or the foot."
"Okay." This is my very first patient since I arrived this morning. I'm a little nervous, but mostly excited. I remember when I got the call yesterday, saying that my job application had been accepted. I had waited for days, but it was all worth it. Now I'm officially working as a nurse in the army!
"We're here. Be sure to wash your hands and forearms thoroughly, before you touch anything or anyone. The soldier with the injured shoulder is behind curtain 7. Do your best."
"I will."
He pat my back before he walks away. I wash my hands and forearms and hurry towards curtain 7.

"Hello? It's your nurse." Careful not to make too much noise, I slowly walk past the curtain. Behind it is a bed and a table with water and lots of medical stuff. In the bed lays a woman on her front, covered by a blanket that reaches her shoulders. Most of her outer uniform, the water- and windproof one, is gone, but she still has a shirt and a pair of leggings on. She has beautiful brown hair, that's sprawled out on her back. I wonder what her face looks like. Compared to her hair, she must be pretty. I can't really see it tho.
She's unconscious, so I have to wake her up.
"Hey, wake up. I need to know if you're okay." I gently shake her shoulders. She slowly opens her eyes, but then starts to speak op immediately. "Ow, what are you doing? Stop!" I immediately let go. "I'm sorry. Where does it hurt?"
"In my shoulder. That you just shook."
"I'm so sorry!" How could I forget? I've literally just been told that she got shot in the shoulder.
"It's fine. It just hurt pretty badly."
"I really am sorry." I look at her apologetic, even though she can't see me.
"I've been told you've been shot in the shoulder. Which one is it?" I break the silence.
"Have I been shot? So that's what happened." She murmurs. Her voice is actually really nice.
"It hurts in this one by the way." She points at her left shoulder.
"Okay. I'm gonna take a look at it." I remove the blanket, and a big red spot is now visible on her shirt. I struggle to move the shirt out of the way to gain access to the wound, so there's only one thing I can do. "Your shirt has to be removed, or else I won't be able to examine you wound completely. Can you stretch your arms above your head?" I ask. She nods and slowly lifts her arms. I pull the shirt over her head, exposing her bare back and a sports bra. I move the sports bras strap to the side. The wound doesn't look very good. It's swollen, these's both fresh and dried blood all around it and the bullet is sitting right in the middle of it all.
"I'm going to clean it up now. The less you move the less it'll hurt."
"Just get over with it." She sighs.
"Okay." I wet a washcloth and slowly wipe away the blood. I decide to talk to her to distract her. "So what's your name?" I ask.
"Beca." She answers. I really like that name. It's not too girly, nor too masculine either. It's right in the middle.
"I'm Chloe." I scrub a little to remove the dried blood. "Why are you in the army?"
"Well, me and my boyfriend just broke up and my family lives on the opposite side of the country. I didn't know where to go, and I needed money. So I decided to join the army." Oh, so she's single. That's good news.
"Why didn't you just take an airplane to your parents house?" I disinfect my hands and a pair of tweezers. Time to remove the bullet.
"Airplanes are so expensive. If I took the airplane I nearly wouldn't have had any money left. My parents live a long way from the airport, so I don't even think I could've afforded a cab home."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I use my fingers to open up the wound a little. The bullet is not that far in. "I don't want to intrude or anything, but why did you and your boyfriend break up?"
"I told him I was bisexual and he didn't seem to accept that. We began to argue, but eventually agreed it would be the best to go our own ways."
"Oh..." I stop moving. That was unexpected. But certainly not bad at all.
"Please don't say you're also one of those homophobic people."
"No no, of course not. I'm gay myself-"
"Are you? For real?" She interrupts. I don't know why, but she sounded kinda... excited? Hopeful? Nah, it was probably just me.
"Yes I am. I just... didn't expect that to be the reason you two broke up." I carefully move the tweezers toward the wound.
"Yeah, I know. It ridiculo- AAAARRH MOTHERFFF..." she yells, as the tweezers enter the wound.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just please lay still!" I apologise. I quickly get hold on the bullet and start pulling it out. When it's all out I place it on a tray, quickly rinse the wound and apply a bandage. "All done." I say eased. "Do you want to sit up? It doesn't look very comfortable to lie like that."
"Yes please. Will you help me?"
"Of course! Here's your shirt." I place the sports bra strap back on it place, and she covers herself with her shirt. I then place my arms in her armpits, lift her, and turn her around. She can sit up by herself, so I turn my back to her so she can put her shirt on, and I can wash my hands.
"Thank you." She says.
"No problem." I answer and turn around to give her a smile. Our eyes meet and I freeze. My heart pounds faster and faster. She's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen! Even though she's all dirty, you can clearly see her beauty underneath it. Her hair falls perfectly around her face, and don't even get me started on those eyes! She seems to be feeling the same, because we have been staring at each other for quite a while now. I don't mind tho, I would happily stand here for hours.
"You're beautiful." She whispers, finally breaking the silence.
"You're even more beautiful, than what I've imagined." I whisper back.
"So you've imagined what I look like?" She teasingly raises an eyebrow.
"Way to ruin the moment." I giggle. 
"I don't think the moment is ruined. I think it's perfect." She smiles at me.
"Maybe it's because you're perfect."
"What about you?" We gaze at each other again. How can someone be so perfect?
"Hey Beca?" A male voice calls. We look towards the curtain where a handsome man stands.
"Yes. What's the matter?"
"Are you ready to go? The enemies are on their way back to their base. This is our chance to make a surprise attack, so we need to go now!"
"If you didn't know, I've just been shot in the shoulder."
"I know, therefore you'll take the looking spot. It doesn't require much physical activity."
"But what if I'm not ready?"
"I know you are. If you really were seriously hurt, you wouldn't be talking that much." The man says with a smug smile. I let out a small laugh. That was a very good reason. He seems to know her well.
She rolls her eyes in a playful way. "I know. You're right, I should go. I'm not getting paid for doing nothing. And stop laughing, it's not funny." She looks at me with a fake serious expression. I laugh more. She playfully smacks my arm.
"Ouch!" I pretend to be hurt.
"That didn't hurt." She says.
"What if it did?"
"It didn't." She tries to be serious, but fails and laughs along with me.
"I'm gonna head out to the others. Meet us in two minutes!" The man says.
"Okay, see ya." Beca yells after him. She then swifts her gaze back to me. "Two minutes isn't very much. I better pack my stuff now and put on the rest of my uniform."
"Let me help you. There's no need for you to be sore in your shoulder, when you haven't even started on you mission yet."
"Okay. Follow me then." She expands her hand, which I gladly take. We walk past the curtain to pack her stuff.

"Finally Beca. We leave now." The man from earlier approaches us. Beca is now in full uniform, and she look pretty good in it.
"How did you pack all that?" The man asks.
"Chloe helped me."
"Ahh, that makes sense." He nods. "You better start your farewells, the others are about to leave now."
Beca nods and turns to me. We instantly lock eyes.
"Good luck out there Beca." I say. "Be careful. Don't get shot again, who knows where you'll get hit this time. You were lucky."
"Yeah, I know. And thank you." 
"You're welcome." I smile. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you too." She whispers back.
We look at each other for a moment, before she speaks up. "I'm saying this now, because I don't know when I'll be back again. It could be days." She looks down for a moment, but quickly looks up again. "Normally I'm not that rushed about this stuff, but... I really like you Chloe."
I blush a little. "I really like you too Beca.
"We're leaving now!" The man yells.
"I'll see you soon Chloe." She smiles.
"See you soon Beca."
She quickly hugs me, with her right arm, and runs after the other soldiers. Right before she exits, she turns around and blows me a kiss. I quickly catch it. She better be back soon.