Band of brothers imagines

George Luz

What you would kill to be able to use your hand like everyone else. Anything to just be able to hold your rifle, to hold a fork to eat, to brush your teeth. It was driving you crazy, a stupid injury to your hand had made you lose the ability to do anything on your own.
You had managed to slice your Palm open from a price of exploding tank. You had lost all feeling in your hand and you couldn't Maintain a good grip on anything.
You were sat on the floor In between George's legs. He was sat behind you with his legs on either side of your shoulders. You had just managed to untie your hair from out of your braids that you hadn't touched in over a month.
As you grabbed your hair brush from your bag your hand started to shake a little, you couldn't feel the handle of the brush and it frustrated you to no end.
You could hear George, Bill, And Toye talking amongst themselves as you tried so very hard to bush the knots out of your hair.
You just wanted to do the most simplest thing, something that you used to do all the time, something that was a human instinct for females to do.
In your frustration you thrown your brush hard against the wall behind Bill, and stood up from in between George's legs.
"Bloody hell Jaimie! What the fuck was that for!" Bill yelled as he put his hand over his chest. You groaned and walked out of the room. You were just so frustrated with yourself, frustrated at the fact you couldn't brush your own god damn hair. Now that you had taken it out, it was just a big knot hanging around your face. Now you couldn't even put it back up.
As you marched into the room you shared with George and Floyd, you kicked the door in frustration and anger. As you slumped down on your bed you could feel the tears forming. Everything was becoming to much for you.
You were so used to doing everything on you own, you were a sniper for Christ sake, you needed your hand to hold your rifle, but you couldn't do that either now. You felt useless to everyone.
As you sat on your bed with your head in one hand you sobbed, you haven't let your wall down in a very long time.
As you were crying you heard footsteps and then a door open and close.
You didn't dare look up.
"Jaimie you okay?" Georgie. George always knew how to make you feel better.
You looked up at him and you were about to answer him, but he cut you off.
"And don't give me that I'm fine bullshit, I've known you for two years now, I know when something isn't right" hearing him say that made you cry even more.
"I don't even know why I'm crying... all I want to do is brush my hair and I can't even do that thanks to this stupid fucking hand" you raised your voice a little. You hadn't seen that George had your hair brush in his hands.
"Turn around"
"What?" You asked.
"Turn around" you did as he asked. Next thing you know George was sitting behind you on your bed with his legs on either side of you.
You felt George pick up your hair and start brushing it, he knew you were struggling with every day to day things with your injury and all, so he wanted to help where ever he could.
"Why are you doing this George?" You asked him. You could almost feel the smile that was on his face.
"Because I care about you, I can see this injury is eating you alive" you smiled at what he just said.
"Well how do you even know how to brush a girls hair?" You asked him and he chuckled.
"I have sisters Jaimie, I'm not an animal" you laughed a little and let him brush your hair.
Once George had finished he started to braid your hair into two French braids.
"Did you do this for your sisters as well?" You asked once he had done one of them.
"Yeah sometimes, mostly when mum was busy so I'd help out and do the girls hair for them" you smiled at the thought of George braiding his sisters hair.
"Well you must make a great big brother then" he chuckled at you.
"I suppose so" he said as he was just tying the last braid up.
"Who ever gets you after the war will be a very lucky girl George" you said as you turned around to face him. He had a small smile on his face.
"Uh yeah I guess she'll be pretty lucky, but I'll be the little one" you chuckled, you knew who ever got that man will be treated like a princess.
"Well thank you George for doing my hair" he smiled up at you.
"No need to thank me, it's what friends are for right?" He asked. You could hear the sadness in his voice.
"Yeah what we do for friends huh" you whispered. You had always liked George, you just never wanted to make the move, mostly cause you were scared he'd say he didn't like you and then you would lose a good friend.
"Next time you need me to do your hair, just give me a yell and I'll do it for you" you smiled at George and leant into his chest, he put his arms around you, you loved these kinda moments with George, even though you weren't a couple it still just felt right to you.
George really is just a life saver