Schofield quickly turned and made his way to the pump, trying to be as quick as possible but turning his back to Blake and the German pilot in the process
Schofield reached the pump and looked back to find Blake trying to console the German, he was always such a soft man...always putting others safety before his own
"It's alright, you're alright. Stay still. Stay still..." he heard Blake's faint voice
Schofield returned his attention back to his simple task, he took off his helmet and began to pump the water, it was loud...deafening almost, and the water being pumped was a ripe orange colour
The sounds behind him began to fade away as the creaking of the pump overtook everything
However, he was still able to hear a scream...a scream that caused his heart to drop and time to slow
"Stop...stop!" Blake cried out and let out a scream of agony
Schofield turned around and dropped his helmet, finding a scene that he hoped to never see, he took a few steps forward trying to find the source of the younger man's discomfort
He couldn't see anything until....until the German retracted his arm revealing a bloody knife freeing itself from Blake's abdomen
"No, no, no!" Schofield cried out, feeling himself become overtaken by fear, he quickly reached for his rifle and fired two successive shots directly into the pilot's chest, killing him instantly...a move he should've done earlier
Blake clutched his abdomen, clearly in a great deal of pain, he struggled to his feet and staggered, his legs becoming weak and wobbly
"Bastard, bloody bastard" he spoke through heavy breaths
Schofield dropped his rifle...he watched Blake stagger around on his unsteady feet, he felt his blood go dry watching his friend struggle
He took a few steps closer to Blake who was now clumsily fumbling with his dressings trying to see the true damage that the German had done to him
He opened his tunic to reveal blood seeping down his front and onto his white undershirt, turning it a violent red colour that brought back horrible memories of the Somme to Schofield
Blake looked up at Schofield, a horrified look plastered on his face upon seeing the true extent of his injury...a look that suggested maybe he realized his precious life was coming to a quick end
"Oh, god no. Oh, god no" Blake cried out, falling to the ground, his legs now too weak to support him
Schofield felt himself become overtaken by fear, he quickly rushed to Blake and collapsed by his side, he reached into Blake's tunic, fumbling about in one of the pockets for the bandaging his friend needed
Blake continued to let out heartbreaking cries of pain and agony, he strained his neck to get a look of his blood seeping wound
"Jesus. Jesus, no" he said, shocked at the sight of the masses of blood he was rapidly losing. His legs had begun to shake as adrenaline kicked in
"We have to stop the bleeding" Schofield said, tuning out his fearful emotions and channeling a focussed approach to dealing with the issue, something he'd learned to do through his years
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