"Seb. Baby wake up. " Hunter tried. Sebastian was having a nightmare, yet again. Hunter regretted letting the man register for the marines, unaware that this would be the outcome. PTSD. What ever happened to him during his tour of duty, haunted him each day. He shook his boyfriend gently, "Sebby you're with me, you're not there." He really wasn't sure of what Sebastian dreamed about, he refused to talk about it. No one knew, he wouldn't talk to a psychiatrist, or his friends, or even Hunter.

The day Sebastian came back was bittersweet. He was alive, but wounded. Hunter got the call just hours before, at 3 am. He rushed to the air base to which Sebastian was lifted to. He hadn't heard much about him, just the fact that he was wounded. Seeing the man strapped to a gurney , bleeding, and gasping for air, was scary. One shot in his chest, puncturing a lung. He was drowning in his own blood as his lungs filled. You could see the fear in the normally tough boys eyes. Grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers, he looked his lover in the eye. "You'll be okay." He said, just trying to comfort them. "They're going to keep you safe." He let go as the man was lifted into the ambulance, he stepped in behind a paramedic and reconnected their hands."I'll be right with you, I promise."

"Seb is only 22. He can't die, he's barely lived. We promised each other. Nothing. Not a thing, would come between us." SebastianWas all Hunter could think for the night. Sitting in the waiting room was long and painful, watching nurses and doctors rush in and out, hearing the codes be called over the intercom, not knowing if they were for his Marine.

Sebastian sat, awaiting his new orders,in a sandy bunker. Just feet away stood the hospital, where any injuries from either side came for treatment. He had been informed that he had been reassigned, instead of standing guard just outside the US compound. He stood, at attention when he heard gunshots. He was the first out, running toward the hospital. That's where they were coming from, the shots were coming from the hospital. He ran to the door, soon joined by his best friend in his squadron. The 19 year old, Morgan, was like his little brother. He nodded at the boy as they pushed through the double doors, slowly, weapons drawn. The seen still plays in his mind all to well. The pain in his chest still seared, as if the wound was new. The look in Morgan's eyes as his life left him, were as memorable as if he'd just seen his own in the mirror.

As soon as he felt the helicopter touch down he saw Hunter. He couldn't breathe, and his body seemed to radiate pain from the wound. His breathing was getting harder and harder as time went on, and he was scared. He didn't want to die. As soon as he felt Hunters hand, he clung to it, holding on to it with every once of strength he had. He sat and stared at him, trying to take comfort in his words, the entire ambulance ride. As they pulled him through the hospital and Hunter as forces to let go, he gave it his all tosay."I...love...You...Hunt."

Everyone said Sebastian had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. That the nightmares would go away if he told someone, anyone, about the night. He had considered telling Hunter, but didn't want the man of his dreams thinking any different of him. He had always considered Morgan's death a fault of his own.

Authors Note: Well there you have it, my first Huntbastian fic! Review, and tell me what you think! Leave you're review here or message me on my blog: .com

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