Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Joe Toye Imagine #2

    I felt the bed shift and felt weight get off of it. God damn it Joe. He knows he isn't supposed to be up and using the crutches unless I'm up. I sighed and rubbed my face, pushing myself up into a sitting position. A sharp pain in my abdomen shot through my body, causing me to his in pain and place my hand on the big pink scar. Not long after Joe was hit back in Bastogne, I bullet pierced my stomach and tore through my side. I nearly died. that definitely earned me a trip home. I really didn't want to. But I had no choice. 

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   On the ship ride home, I was terrified to see Joe. I knew he was, and still is, my boyfriend, but I was scared to see him. The last time I got to see him before I got home was when he got hit. He was sobbing, trying to crawl away, His leg torn off. Then Gaurnere ran to help in, only getting his blown off in the process. I tried to go with Joe to the aid station, wherever it was, but Winters wouldn't let me. I was needed in the forest and that was where I needed to stay. And then two weeks later, I got shot. Just my luck right? I was scared to see what he would act like. I didn't really care about his leg missing. I fell in love with him, not the leg that he lost. But those days on the ship, I was scared about how he was thinking. About everything really. About me, about his life, him missing his leg. I didn't know what to expect.

   When I got home, I took a taxi to Joe's and I apartment. Everything looked the same. I went into the apartment complex, walking down the first floor hallway and stood in front of the door. I remember the anxiety that coursed through my body as I reached under the doormat to grab the key. My hand shook wildly as I turned the door nob and pushed that door open. As soon as I walked in, I saw my Joe Toye sitting at our small dining room table, a newspaper in his hand and the cup of hot coffee, steaming while placed directly in front of him. I shut the door behind me, hearing the click when it shut tight. I had my C-Bag tightly in my hand as I silently stared at Joe. As soon as the door shut, Joe's head snapped up. I dropped my C-Bag, hearing the loud thump it make when it collided with the floor. My eyes quickly filled with tears as I watched him stand. I could see him using a crutch to support himself. I never ran so fast into that kitchen in my life. Being careful not to make him lose his balance as I hugged him tightly. I felt his arms wrap around my torso so tightly, pain shot through my healing bullet wound. Though, in that moment, I didn't care. I was back with the love of my life. We were separated for to long. And I knew Joe knew it too. That night we stayed up and spoke for hours. Talking about anything and everything. 

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    Now it has been close to nine months of e getting home, and it is like Joe just keeps getting worse. His moods staying at a more depressive state. And when I looked at the clock this morning when he got out of bed and it read just four in the morning, I had to say something to him. It was driving me mad! He was being so distant and cold. It wasn't helping with the fact that I began to have nightmares in this time period. We both were going through things, and it was in a way where we were doing it without each other. 

   I swung my legs over my side of the bed, planting my feet into the carpet. I stood myself up, wincing as the jolt of pain shot from my abdomen throughout the rest of my body. I placed my hand on my scar and walked towards the kitchen. And when I reached there, I watched as Joe hopped on one foot in order to get a cup of coffee. Giving up half way through, he began using his crutches once more. I leaned against the door frame, just observing him. Listening to the grunts of frustration leave his lips every time a small thing didn't go as he planned. I shook my head. I waited until he sat down in a chair as he placed down his mug of coffee. He looked up at me, catching my gaze, which he quickly averted. That's when I lost it. I let all of my emotions are out.

   "Why are you being so distant Joe? What did I do? Huh? Is his big bag of scars just not enough for you anymore? If so just tell me. Save me the pain now," my voice cracked as tears filled my eyes. I was hurt. So fucking hurt. I didn't know what I have done wrong or what I've been doing wrong. I've been trying to understand him and his side of things, but how am I supposed to if he doesn't talk to anyone? Especially me. His god damn girlfriend of three years.

    He looked at me. For the first time in months, he had look of actually being sorry in his eyes. His face softened, but soon slightly hardened again. Looking away from me and finding immense interest in the wall in front of him. I crossed my arms over my chest as tears found their way down my cheeks. Just waiting for some kind of response. 

    "Why are you still with me? Look at me Y/N. I'm a fucking asshole. Don't forget the fact that I missing half of one of my legs!" He responded. A slight crack in his voice forming. I didn't change the look on my face, just letting my few tears continue to fall as he spoke. "I can't carry you anywhere, can't take you on long walks, can't go walking on the beach like you love, god Y/N! I can barely get up to take a piss in the morning without needing your help! I can't do anything I promised you back in Europe. What is the point?" He was yelling at this point. How could he be thinking these things? I slammed my hand on the table.

    "Joseph Toye! I came home after being shot to you. Not your leg! You and only you. I knew the minute I saw you after you got hit, what I would be in for when I would make it home. I don't care if you can't keep the stupid little love promises back in Europe. The one promise that you made that I truly cared and still do care about is that we would love each other forever and always! No matter what! Remember that?! I don't care that you're missing half of your leg, I don't care that I have to help you get up to take a piss! God Joe, I have been in love with you since the day we met in Toccoa when Sobel nearly shoved me down Curahee! You think I would give that up just because we can't go on walks on the beach anymore? Come on Joe, you're smarter than that!" Between words, small sobs fell from my lips. I was trying so hard not to raise my voice, but I couldn't help it at this point. How could Joe just start thinking that he wasn't enough from me because of his leg. 

    He looked up at me, tears falling down. He really was broken. I have only seen him cry once before. And that is when he lost his leg. The only two words that he could get out were, "I'm sorry," he broke down. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him as he buried his face into my chest, loud sobs escaping his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair, rubbing his back softly.

    "Joe, I will never stop loving you. No matter what. One leg, two legs, fucking no legs, I'll stay with you no matter. I fell in love with you sarcasm and flirting. You are the one I'm meant to be with. Who cares if you can't carry me around or go on long walks on the beach? It don't matter to be Joseph. As long as I'm with you, as long as I wake up and fall asleep with you next to me every night and morning, I'll be happy. But god Joe, please don't shut me out. We can't do that to each other. It hurts both of us," I pulled his head out of my chest. I wiped his tears away as he nodded in agreement. I kissed his lips softly and quickly before helping him stand and handed him his crutches. "Now, lets get back to bed and sleep in late. I don't have work tomorrow," I said, guiding him into the bedroom and helping him lay down.

    Once I got to my side and laid down, curling to look at him. I snuggled up close to him and felt his arm drape over my waist and hold onto it tightly. I smiled at him. I was so happy with this man, I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. I knew he was the one meant for me, and boy was I ready for it to stay that way.