Vincent's War...

I have no idea where to go with this, it was a blurb of something I wrote a few weeks ago, nothing came of it. I posted it on the forum and got NO feedback So I am posting here. I do not think I will finish this due to the fact I am currently working on a Transformers Saga piece, however reviews are very welcome and ideas are welcomed also, where do we go from here?

I love you all

Amelia Roth

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He smiled and dreamed the kisses on his neck, that tender touch. Her voice, that hair, and her smell; She was covered in the smell of vanilla and honey. He could swear she was touching him, running a stray hand across his right bicep. He smiled up at her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He tried to reach for her but his hand wouldn't move. He tried to call to her but his voice would not work. His mind was foggy when he opened his eyes; the lights went past him in quick little blinks. He was on his back on a table. No, he was on a gurney. He was strapped down, and the muffled voices around him were saying his name. "Carbine." He muttered quietly.

Vinnie ran beside the stretcher and started to help push doors open to wheel Throttle into the medical bay. "HELP!" Vinnie yelled out. Mice started to come around, moving in and pushing Vinnie back out of the way. "Please… Do something." Throttle was in terrible shape; his left leg was cut deep. His left arm was broken, and about five inches of his tail was missing.

Vinnie stood holding his arm. He had tie his bandanna around it carelessly, but tightly to stop the bleeding. Looking around in despair he was trying to find a way to help his friend.

A Green haired mouse came up and took his arm. "Come on sit down let me look at you." She turned Vinnie's face to hers. "He's in good hands let me help you." Vinnie nodded and looked down at his arm. He'd been shot but it didn't matter he was more worried for his leader who lay barely awake on the table. "Sit." The woman insisted, he turned and saw the stripes on her collar and decided to do as she asked.

"Thank you…" Vinnie's voice was a little broken up.

"Weren't there three of you?" she looked up into Vinnie's eyes.

"Yeah, Modo's outside, he's keeping the commander's girlfriend out."

"She's the General, I doubt he can keep her out for long." The nurse pulled the bandanna off Vinnie's arm, his white fur was stained pink. The wound was black and nasty, the red Martian sand was filling the wound. "I need to rinse this out and get that bullet ok?" She held his arm with one hand and grabbed a water rinse with the other and began to pour over the wound. Vinnie bit his lip. He considered cursing.

"I've got a stable heartbeat!" one of the doctors working on Throttle had yelled out. This made Vinnie happy.

"I think we're going to be ok!"

"See?" the nurse turned Vinnie's head back to her. "Now stay with me here, how long ago did this happen."

"A little over an hour ago, past the red ridge pass." He winced as she wiped away the blood and inspected the wound. She picked up some nasty looking silver needle nose surgical tweezers. "I don't like that." He looked back to Throttle.

"Don't panic; you won't even have a scar, but your body is going to start rejecting the bullet anyhow, so I need to just get it out now." She moved the tweezers onto the table and lifted up a needle and a small bottle. Tipping the bottle upside down she drew out a small amount of fluid.

"What's that?" Vinnie asked trying to clear his head.

"It is a local, just something to take the edge off the pain." She injected it just above the wound. Vinnie hissed a bit.

"OK, let's just get this over with." Vinnie looked back over at Throttle; there was still a whir of mice running around him. He watched a nurse hang an IV, and sighed turning his attention back to the Nurse with the Tweezers.

to be continued.