Schofield wrapped Blake's arm, shaking his head. " How do you get into a fight and then hurt your arm?"
" dunno." Blake replied, irritated. Scho sighed, " please stay out of trouble. We've got enough on our plate, lad."
" It wasn't my bloody fault, so piss off." " You need to calm down. I'm just trying to help you."
" I don't need your help, Scho." He crossed his arms, Schofield shaking his head.
" this is no time for games, Blake. This isn't a good time to be stubborn either. We should be advancing soon anyways. "
" but we just got here-!" Blake protested. " Yes, but we get moved a lot as it is. It's not like we're leaving france. We'll be a few hours away from Paris."
Blake scoffed, standing up and putting his helmet on. " I don't like all this moving."
" I don't know much, but it could potentially be near lieutenant Blake. I know he's stationed somewhere in France. "
Blake's eyes lit up, " really??"
Schofield nodded. " I overheard a few conversations."
YOU ARE READING
A Heart Like Yours ~ 1917
Historical FictionBasically a story of how I think things would have happened before and after what we see in the movie. It's not entirely accurate to the characters, and I am NOT SHIPPING THE TWO. Blake and Schofield have more of a sibling bond to me than anything...
