𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; band of brothers ✔

PART THIRTY SIX

"Go get Doc, Welshy." Nixon ordered.

"No," I winced. "No, don't bother him."

"Is it like before?" Harry asked; back in Sturzelberg, I was attacked by the same condition - a case of food poisoning, they thought.

Except, this was different. I hadn't been shot before - luckily - but this was the closest to it.

"I'll be all right." I smiled, delicately straightening myself.

"You sure?" Lewis raised a brow.

"Someone needs to tell Malarkey to get better at cooking." I jested, prompting both men to laugh.

They let go of me, believing it was just like before. We continued down the hallway, when another pang gave me no choice but to collapse against the wall.

"Go get Doc." Nixon commanded, Welsh already darting through the corridor.

I slid to my knees. The Captain was crouched beside me, constantly looking over his shoulder. Tears rolled from my eyes as the pain persisted.

"You've had this before?" Nixon tried to joke.

I shook my head vigorously, "Not this."

I choked on a breath as I felt something drip from between my legs.

"Oh no." I wheezed, another jolt tearing apart my stomach.

"What?" The Captain looked at me.

Footsteps hurried down the corridor and I inclined my head, Eugene whipping off his haversack as he crashed to his knees.

"Sir says you had something bad to eat?" The medic queried, digging through his supplies.

I shook my head even more vigorously than before.

"How long has this been going on for?"

"A couple minutes." Lewis replied. "Out of no where."

 "Like before?" 

"No." I huffed.

"Scale of one to ten?"

I bobbed my head, eyeing the two men behind Eugene.

Getting the hint, "Can I get some privacy, sirs?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Harry frowned in concern, putting a hand on Nix's shoulder.

As soon as they were out of sight, Eugene pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, now covered in sweat.

"I'm..." I tried to keep my breaths under control, the panic subdued. "I'm bleeding."

"You're bleeding?" He raised his brows. "Where?"

My stare fell on him coldly, only for my eyelids to clamp shut as I caved into the despair of what was happening.

"Kennedy?"

I declined my head, fearful to talk. He sat back, as if finally realising what I meant.

"What you say stays between us, you know that, Lieutenant." He affirmed quietly. "I can only help you if you help me."

I sniffed, stifling my own sobs, "Okay."

"Where is the pain coming from?"

"Here." I gestured to my belly.

"Just there?"

I nodded.

"Okay." He said. "Have you..."

"Yes." I said quickly, knowing exactly what he was about to ask.

His throat moved as he swallowed, "How many times?"