They got about halfway to their team when they came across a group of injured Americans and Afghan forces and as much as they wanted to keep going and get to Bravo as quick as they could, they couldn't leave these guys there to die. "Stop Stop Stop." Clay shouted down to Ray who immediately stepped on the breaks. As soon as the truck came to a halt, Clay jumped out, exposing himself to enemy fire and started helping people into the vehicle while Ray used it as a barrier to protect them the best he could.
"Hurry up man. We gotta get moving." Ray rushed as Clay loaded up the last injured member of this group and climbed back up into the turret. They then had to race back to village to unload the injured men in order to make room for anyone else.
They went back in three more times, rescuing as many people as they could and collecting their weapons before they finally got a glimpse of a Bravo team uniform. "There they are!" Ray yelled up to Clay who had spotted the team at the same time.
"Get in there now!" Clay yelled as he noticed Brock and Sonny were down. He knew they had to be hurt but he had no idea of the level of seriousness.
Ray drove the Humvee straight into the main line of fire and wedged it between Bravo and the Taliban, using the giant vehicle as a shield.
"God am I glad to see you guys!" Jason yelled over the gunfire. Clay continued shooting, providing cover, while Jason and Trent helped Brock and Sonny into the Humvee and then grabbed the nearby wounded forces and piled them into the vehicle before they themselves jumped in. Once everyone was in safely, Ray sped off to the village.
"TOC. Bravo One. We're arriving back at the village and requesting a medevac. Bravo three and five are down. Heading back in to retrieve more injured" Jason radioed in to Blackburn as they pulled into a secure area of the village and started unloading the injured.
"Bravo one. TOC. Hang tight. Air and ground support are in route. Multiple medevacs also heading your way for three and five and the others." Blackburn replied.
Jason, Trent and Ray were helping Brock and Sonny out of the Humvee, unaware of how long it was taking Clay to climb down from the turret.
"Quit fussin' over me! I'll be fine!" Sonny protested as he winced while trying to pull his arm away. "Take care of the kid first!" He was watching how slow and clumsily Clay was descending from the turret and knew something wasn't right.
The rest of the team instantly turned around to put eyes on Clay just as his foot missed the last rung of the ladder causing him lose his balance and fall to the ground.
"Did he get hit?!" Jason asked, looking over at Ray as they both ran towards Clay, who was now laying on the ground and barely attempting to get up.
"He never said anything about getting hit! I saw blood on him a couple times but figured it was from the wounded he was helping. He was moving fine." Ray replied, feeling a bit guilty.
Once they got to Clay they noticed three bullet holes. One in his left shoulder, one in his abdomen right below where his vest ended and one in his right thigh. His vest was also littered with bullets, both front and back. His skin was pale and he was breathing rapidly. "Trent get over here now!" Jason ordered. He knew he was tending to Brock, but his injuries, although painful, were not life-threatening.
"Spenser, talk to me man. Tell me what's going on!" Trent asked while trying to slow the bleeding. "Jason put pressure on his leg. We gotta try to control the bleeding." He ordered Jason and then he gave Clay a quick shot of morphine, knowing it would barely touch his pain but it would help a little until the medics could arrive.
"I.. I can't.. I can't.." Clay breathed out, barely hanging on to consciousness, before he went into a painful coughing fit.
"God dammit! Where the hell are those medevacs!?" Trent yelled as he noticed the speckles of blood that were coughed up on Clay's lips.
Jason was just about to radio Blackburn when they all heard the medevacs approaching. As soon as they landed a handful of the medics ran over to where Bravo team was posted while other medics tending to the other that were injured.
"What do we got?" One of the medics asked Ray, who had ran towards them and met them half way.
"We have three injured, one of them is in pretty bad shape. He's over there." Ray said pointing to where Clay was. "The other two aren't quite as bad. They're over there." He continued pointing to where Bock and Sonny were, which wasn't all that far from Clay.
As the medics approached Clay, Trent started updating them on the situation. "Three penetrating gunshot wounds, one in the shoulder, one in the stomach and one in the thigh. The one in the thigh is the only one with an exit wound. Took multiple shots in the vest. He lost a lot of blood. He's pale and struggling to breathe and he just started coughing up blood." The medics then quickly got to work.
"Just patch it up and let me get back to my team." Sonny was getting frustrated. He was close enough to Clay to be able to hear everything the medics were saying and he wanted to be there for the kid, not being fussed over.
"Sonny!" Jason said sternly. "Quit giving them a hard time and let them do their job."
Sonny was about to argue but based on the look on Jason's face he decided that probably wouldn't be the best idea.
Brock looked over at Sonny and could see the concern written all over his face. He put on a good front but he couldn't trick his team. "Hey. He'll be ok. Let the medics take care of you and Ahhhh." He was saying when one of the medics put a little too much pressure on one of bullet wounds.
"You good?" Sonny asked Brock, who was now recomposing himself.
"I'm fine. Just ready to get out of here." Brock said.
At this point the medics had taken off Clays vest, cut his shirt off and had an oxygen mask on his face. As the medics rolled him on his side to get him on the backboard, Brock and Sonny got their first look at how bruised Clay was. The rest of the team noticed as soon as his shirt was cut off. With the amount of bullets he took the vest it was something they all expected, but it didn't make it any easier to see.
The medics brought over two more backboards, one for Brock and one for Sonny. Brock smirked a little when he saw them approaching. He knew there was no way in hell Sonny was getting on that thing and sure enough he put up a fight.
"Get that fucking thing away from me." Sonny said as he attempted to stand up. He had broken his ankle pretty badly when he slipped on a rock while running over to Brock after he got hit. The medics, who were growing tired of fighting Sonny, obliged and helped him to the helicopter. Once Sonny was in the helicopter, Brock was loaded up. Ray hopped in behind them and informed the two that Jason, Clay and Trent were taking a separate helicopter. They didn't like the idea but understood that space was limited and there was no way all six of them would fit on one with all the medics. Once everyone was loaded in the two helicopters, they took off and headed straight to the base hospital.