She inhaled hard, like her life depended on it. She had to be quick- there were men she had to tend to. To make sure they were okay, or at least, still alive.

Night had fallen on Bastogne hours ago, and the temperature along with it. Lorraine hadn't felt her fingers for days. It'd been so long since she'd felt warmth it was hard to remember what it was like. Maybe if she did, her life would be easier.

She wasn't the best at her job, but with no prior training there wasn't a lot you could expect. Out of the small group of volunteer nurses only one actually knew what they were doing. As long as you stopped the bleeding you were doing alright.

This would be her last cigarette until further notice. Supply lines were held up, and while she had no cigarettes the men had no morphine, or blankets, or sufficient clothing. Which one was worse, she wasn't sure.

She took the last drag harder than before and threw it to the ground, firmly stepping on it to make sure it was out. With all the snow she knew she didn't have to, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

For once it was silent. No artillery could be heard in the distance. This was rare, being able to look into the distance and not see the flashes of light and truckloads of wounded heading towards her. It was nice.

Turning towards the church she intended to go back in, but when she heard footsteps behind her, she stopped and looked back. There, coming up behind her, was Eugene Roe, a medic from Easy Company. Out of all of the other ones she'd dealt with he was her favorite.

"Hey there," Lorraine said and smiled at him.

"Good evening miss." He gave her a nod and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Sticking one in his mouth, he pulled out another and handed it to her. "Need a light?"

She shook her head. "Thank you." She considered saving it for when she really did need it but smoking with others was always better than smoking alone. They lit their cigarettes at the same time.

After exhaling he looked straight up at the sky. "I'm going to assume y'all don't have anything to spare?"

She shook her head. "Not really.. Maybe some gauze but beyond that no. We only two vials of morphine left."

"Damn."

Shots rang out, breaking the silence and causing her to flinch. Lorraine looked at him, as he hadn't moved. He stared out into the distance, his eyes cold.

"Eugene…" She took two steps forward. "Are you okay?"

He nodded and threw his cigarette down. "Just tired."

"I know." Lorraine sighed. She put a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be over soon."

He didn't say anything, his eyes remaining distant. After a moment he looked at her. "I need to go. See you around, Miss Lorraine." He turned around and began walking away, not waiting for her reply.

She watched him for a few moments before shaking her head and returning to the church.

Hey you guys. I haven't written anything in a while so I decided I might as well try for a BoB fic. This first chapter is really short because I wanted to get it out there and get some feedback. So, anything you have to say is greatly appreciated. Let me know if it went too quick, or how the writing is.