Hey! Sparky here again! I've updated! Yay! (not really! :P) Uh... this didn't really turn out how I expected but it still works. It was really just to get you more familiar with the character before I introduce all of the relationships with Easy. Also this chapter is really short... I plan on them getting longer as the story progresses. Let me know what you think of her so far! I love to hear feedback about what my lovely readers think! Also if you spot any mistakes... Anyway... I've rambled on enough... ENJOY!
CAMP TOCCOA
July- December 1942
"And you," Sobel sneered at the only woman amongst a company of men, "you're just lucky to be here."
"Yes, Sir," she acknowledged. She gripped the strap of her medic bag tighter and stood her ground when the lieutenant stepped through –and successfully popped- her personal bubble. This only infuriated the man further, although she could see a few men around her smiling. She was one of the men of Easy Company, despite being female. It had taken her a few weeks for the men to warm up to her, but once she befriended Shifty and Luz, the rest of the men quickly came to accept her. "Thanks to these men, and their infractions; all weekend passes are revoked. Change into P.T. gear; we're running Currahee." Betty Speirs quickly jumped into action at the command of Richard 'Dick' Winters. She quickly ran to the barracks before the men could beat her there. As much as she hated Sobel, she loved the men in her company like she loved her brother. Well, maybe not so much like her older brother, Ronald Speirs. All though they were close, it wasn't really like her relationship with Easy. They were close, but there was rarely the teasing that a brother did, only the threatening to beat up any boy who hurt her, which he had done on several occasions. Betty quickly changed into her P.T. gear, which she despised with a passion. It showed how horribly feminine she was in this world of men. Her shapely legs outlines by the shortness and tightness of the shorts, the top sticking to her every curve when she sweated. She hated it.
She hated Currahee too. Although she knew that it would be worth it in the end and she knew that she was slowly building up stamina it didn't feel like it. The tightness of her calve muscles and the stitch after a run was the worst of it. The feeling of not being able to properly catch your breath for hours, the sweat dripping off your forehead and into your eyes, making your hair stick to your neck, it all drove her to insanity. Or she felt it should have done. Maybe it did.
The food wasn't any better. It was army food so it was to be expected. Betty's taste buds had taken a while to adapt to the bland, or disgusting food that was served up. More often than not, it didn't even resemble food and for the first few weeks, while she was still getting used to it, she had terrible stomachaches and the occasional bout of diarrhea. She had caught a cold once too. But determined not to prove Sobel she was weak because she was a woman, she carried on like normal, just sniffing and coughing more.
Her medical duties were by far, the easiest task of the day. Often consisting of only patching a few men up from Currahee, giving a demonstration, or listening to a lecture from an instructor. She liked being a nurse, taking away the pain rather than giving it. It fit her more. She was a gentle soul.
"Miss Speirs," a gentle voice panted from behind and Betty spared a quick glance over her shoulder to see a young, dark-haired man jogging up next to her.
"Sir?" she asked quietly as she couldn't spare the breath to speak properly, less she loose her breath even more on the rocky and treacherous mountain.
"I'm no, Sir," he stated as they kept a steady pace. She didn't recognize him from her company, but it was possible that maybe somebody from Dog was running with them today.
"Then what are you?" she asked after a brief silence.
"Eugene Roe. Easy Company's medic."
"New transfer?" she breathed, feeling her breath leaving her again in short, sharp pants.
"Yes, Ma'am. I was told to run with you. See what was needing to be done."
"Nothing at the moment," she gave a gentle laugh and wiped some of the sweat from her forehead, "just make sure you live through Currahee so you can help with some of the injuries after." Betty pushed slightly ahead.
"Don't I get a first name, Miss Speirs?" The young medic asked.
"Betty," she smiled as she looked over her shoulder, "Betty Speirs." Due to the fact that the young woman was looking at the new (and slightly charming) medic she missed the rock protruding sharply out of the ground.
"Miss Speirs!" Eugene cried and ran forward, to her aid.
"I'm fine, Roe," she hissed as she felt at her ankle.
When Eugene helped her up her quipped, "When you were telling me to take care of the injuries, I guess you didn't mean yourself." He gave a small smile.
"No, Eugene," she hissed as he helped her down the hillside, "I didn't at the time."
