Random Happenings Chap. 2

Chapter 2: Private Leonard L. Church

Church pulled his helmet off and sat it next to him to prevent Caboose from taking the seat. Tucker climbed in the Pelican behind him and plopped down in the seat to the right of him, taking off his helmet as well. Caboose followed Tucker, much to Church's dismay, and sat as close as Church as he possibly could. Sister followed shortly, dragging Calysta behind her. Both women sat on the side of Caboose that was furthest from Church, and each took their helmets off, placing them on the floor between their feet.

Church looked at the red team and the expressions on their faces mirrored what he thought what he felt was the looks on his team's faces. Tired and want to go home for damn sure…, he thought, running a gloved hand through his hair.

"So…Um…What are we doing again?" Caboose asked, his stupid voice breaking the blissful silence. Church growled, sighed and replied,

"Damnit Caboose. We're going home. How many times am I going to have to tell you that?!"
Caboose looked at him, sadness in his blue eyes.

"Church, I'm sorry…"

"Caboose, just shut up." He replied, wiping what little sweat there was on his face off. Caboose had opened his mouth to say something but, upon seeing the look on Church's face, closed it and shifted in his seat.

"Haha…Nice one." Tucker chuckled, raising his hand for a high five.  Church glared at Tucker's outstretched, gloved hand.

"You can shut up too." He spat, pushing Tucker's hand out of the way. Tucker sat back in the seat, grumbling to himself about something Church didn't care enough about to listen to.

Church watched the nurse stand in front of Grif and begin talking to him. As he started to laugh when Grif damn near knocked the woman over, a woman walked over to him and smile.

"Hello Private Church, I'm your nurse. My name is Isabella." She smiled, brushing her red, shoulder length hair out of her way. Her eyes were the same color as Tex's but…there was something there that he rarely ever saw in when he looked into Tex's eyes. There was warmth there that drew him in. She looked so much like Tex, it scared him a little.

"Isabella…" he repeated softly.  When she looked up from her chart and their eyes met, she blushed slightly.

"Okay, I'll be right back." She said, before disappearing for a few minutes. When she returned, she had two large needles in hand. Church looked at the needles, and gripped his leg. Isabella picked up on this and smiled.

"It'll be just fine, Private Church. First though, I'm going to need you to take off you armor." She smiled, stepping back so Church would have enough room to stand. He strode over to the curtained off area, pulling it shut behind him.

After five minutes of fumbling with his armor, Church walked out in his boxers. Thank God I put clean boxers on this morning…, he thought as he walked behind the nurse, the metal floor cold beneath his feet.

She led him to a curtained off area in the hospital bay and told him to get comfortable on the examination table.  He did as he was told, although slightly hesitant.  She checked his vitals, ears, nose, and throat and tested his reflexes.

"Those needles…They're sterilized…right?" he gulped, trying to retain a bit of masculinity. Isabella smiled and nodded.  After she finished scribbling down information on the chart, she prepared the needle.

Church's knuckles were white because of how tightly he was squeezing them. Isabella put the needle down and took his hands in hers, smiling.

"Please, relax. It'll be over in just a few seconds. I promise."

"Yeah…."

Oddly enough, he did feel comforted by her making that promise to him, which calmed him. Feeling him calm down, she picked the needle back up.

"Just close you eyes. You're going to feel a small pinch." She said, watching him close his eyes. She then stuck the needle in him arm, pushing the plunger down. He hissed in a breath when she pulled out the needle.

"Not so bad, eh?"

"I guess not." He replied, naturally reclining back. She smiled and brushed the stray hairs from his face.

"I want you to look at the clock. Before the seconds hand gets to the 12 again, you should be gone. Okay?"  Church nodded and looked at the clock.

One….

Two…

Thr….Three….

Four….

Isabella watched as Church's eyes closed and called for the medic team to move him.