(𝐀/𝐍): 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥/𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭... 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒆!
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"May I come in?" You knocked on the door which was halfway open.
You were assigned to the 101st Airborne as a replacement combat medic. It was D-day plus six, and you felt like an outsider looking in.
The fact that Easy Company was already down a medic after only six days in combat did frighten you, but you knew this was your divine calling.
"Come in." You heard a monotone voice. "Ill be right with you." the man said as he tended to a leg wound. The Aide Station was filled with sleeping bodies of men resting off their injuries.
"Oh, let me help." You removed your helmet, holding it under your arm as you handed him bandages from the side table.
"Thank you." He nodded. He couldn't help but notice your immense beauty. The way your long brunette hair laid over your shoulder, complementing your uniform. He stared at you for a few seconds too long.
you looked at him curiously before he shook it off and continued his duty.
"What was that about?" You thought to yourself.
You stood to the side as he finished stitching the area.
"You must be Doc (L/n)." He wiped his hands before extending one out to you. "Im Eugene Roe."
You shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you Eugene."
He grinned ever so slightly. "So do you have any prior medical experience?" He started washing the medical utensils on the table in front of him.
You sat your helmet down and joined in to help next to him. "Yes actually. I was attending college to obtain my nursing degree, and then Hitler invaded Europe and well, now I'm here." You looked around the room.
"Yea...I suppose he interrupted all of our lives." He shook his head looking down at the blood stained sink. "Im sure you'll like Easy Company, lots of great men, as a medic; you'll get to know them quickly, through blood and bandages..." He scoffed.
"Well I heard the paratroopers are the best, and I wanted to serve with the best." You looked over at him grinning.
"You heard correct."
"Could I get some water?" You heard the man who Doc Roe previously stitched up ask.
You looked at Roe as if asking permission.
"Go ahead (L/n)." He said graciously.
You filled a canteen to the brim with tap water, and hurried over to the wounded man.
"Here you go private..."
"Webster." He smiled as he shook your hand.
"Nice to meet you Webster." You grinned, taking a seat at the end of his bed and assisting him in sitting up.
he leaned towards you. "Hey this might be a weird question, but I overheard you saying you were attending college. Where'd you study?"
"UCLA, and by the way you compose yourself i'm assuming you're an educated man too huh Webster?"
He scoffed. "I guess you could say that. I studied literature at Harvard."
"Wow a Harvard boy."
He chuckled.
You could see Roe out of the corner of your eye watching the exchange, He had an intimidating smolder about him that you would have to get used to.
You re-engaged into the conversation trying to ignore Roes glare.
"So what's your favorite book then Webster from Harvard?"
"You can call me David." He grinned. "I would have to say "Of Mice and Men."
You eyes lit up. "I would have to agree with you there, what a superb story."
"Im so glad you agree! I like your style." He smiled. "What's your name?"
"(Y/f/n), but you can call me (Y/n), or Doc of course."
"Getting to know the men?" Roe approached.
"Just Webster from Harvard here." You teased.
"You should really be resting Webster." Roe insisted.
You looked up at him curiously.
"You're right Doc, I'm sorry." David replied.
You shrugged to him and stood up, placing a blanket over his body.
"Wait." Webster grabbed your hand. "If you could figure out a way to smuggle some books in here that would be greatly appreciated." He whispered.
"I'll see what I can do." You smiled. "Now rest, I don't think I wanna see Roe when he's agitated." You joked.
"Very funny (L/n)." Roe said as you walked alongside him to exit the building.
"We were just having a conversation, did I do something wrong?" You asked genuinely. You were trying to figure out why he looked like someone pissed in his Corn Flakes.
"what? No. Why would you think that?" He asked confusingly, looking over at you.
"Oh...it just seems like you keep shooting daggers at me."
"Wasn't my intention, sorry (Y/n)." He kicked the rocks underneath him. "Anyway Battalion HQ is just up the hill. Captain Winters will see to it that you find your quarters for the night." He walked off before you could reply.
You stared at the back of him wondering what the tension was that you were feeling.
The truth was; Roe didn't know how he was going to navigate working with a female medic. He hadn't had female company in so long, and as much as he'd hate to admit it, you gave him butterflies. However, Roe wasn't going to let his emotions get to his head, he had much higher priorities to think about.
𝟐𝟐:𝟎𝟎:
You heard a knock at your door as you sat on the edge of your bed brushing your hair.
"come in."
It was Eugene.
"Oh sorry I didn't realize you were ready for bed, is this a bad time?" He said, embarrassed at the sight of you in your long silk nightgown.
You chuckled. "Nothing to be sorry for Doc." You motioned for him to sit next to you.
He sat down, leaving a gap of distance between the two of you.
"Everything ok? You seemed to rush off in a hurry earlier." You said as you braided your hair.
He stared at you, admiring how pretty you looked in your night attire. "Thats what I came here for, I'm sorry if I made things awkward earlier, it's just I didn't expect you to be so...attractive." He scratched the back of his head as if he said something wrong.
"You think I'm attractive?" You felt an uncontrollable grin form across your face.
his cheeks flushed red. "Oh...well you know what I mean, it's just been awhile since I've had female company and I-"
You interrupted him. "Its ok Gene, I think you're attractive too." You gazed at his features, he really was handsome.
You felt the gap between you start to close as he scooted in closer, but ultimately stopped himself.
"I don't think it's a good idea actually." He said with your faces still inches apart.
"Oh." You pulled yourself back to reality. "Yea no you're right, we're going to be working closely together it would be foolish to go there." You tried to convince yourself.
"Not that I don't want to." He grinned.
He could see the disappointment in your face, but you understood what he meant.
"How about we save it?"
"Save it?" You looked confused.
"When this is all over, you and me?" He nudged you.
He wasn't a man of many words, but you picked up on his request.
"You and me." You nodded, shaking his hand.
He gazed into your eyes. "Oh, I got you something." He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a paperback copy of "Of Mice and Men."
You looked at him astonished. "Eugene...how did you even find it?"
"I'd never tell."
He had such a secrecy about him that you couldn't read into. It was comforting in a way, like he had the key to life.
You smelled the pages as you flipped through them. "I can't thank you enough Eugene, truly."
"Consider it your welcome present." He said as he got up and headed to the door.
"Oh and (Y/n)." He turned around.
"Yes?"
"Don't let Webster borrow it." He smiled.
"I wouldn't dream of it." You chuckled as you held the book close to your chest.
he subtly waved goodbye and exited. You could tell this was going to be the start of a beautiful companionship.