A/N: This is a short drabble for Mind the Gap weekend. And I admit it's rather sad!
No un-beta for this one so all mistakes are mine!
"Corporal Barrow?" Sybil whispered. He was crouched on the floor, his head turned the other way. She could hear his deep breaths and sniffles. "Barrow are you alright?"
Through choked speech he cried, "Go away- mi'lady. This- doesn't consider you."
"I'm not Lady Sybil here remember?" She replied softly. Ignoring his request she moved to sit next to him. Hesitantly she placed her hand on his shoulder.
He filched but didn't move away. Instead another burst of tears came through.
She rubbed his back and tried to calm him. "Shush Thomas it's alright."
He turned sharply at her. His eyes red with tears falling and his mouth in a grim line. "How can you say that after what's happened today? After what happened to Lieutenant Courtenay!"
His voice became louder and harsher with each word. "We were helping him! He was getting better and now- now he's bleedin' DEAD! Aren't you each a little upset?!"
Sybil glared at him. "How dare you! Of course I'm upset! I liked Lieutenant Courtenay… he was a good man." She swallowed, "He shouldn't have died like that. He should- he should have lived a long live."
Tears flowing down her face. Grabbing her apron she tried to wiped away the tears.
"He asked me a favor y'know." Thomas whispered through his tears.
Sybil turned towards him. "What did he ask?"
Thomas pressed his fist to his mouth, holding it there for a moment she patiently waited for him to continue. "He wanted me to come around today and write his family. To tell them what happened to him…. And to tell them where he come find him."
Sybil gasped. The realization quickly dawning on her. Tears coming faster than before.
"Bloody bastard," Thomas cried out through his tears.
And so the two stayed hedged over and cried, together. For the loss of a good man.