Author's Note: Thanks to those that reviewed, and I hope those that read liked it :) Next up... Major Evan Lorne
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God loves the drunkard's cry
The soldier's plea not to let him die
He hung limp, his body numb and his mind foggy. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but he knew it'd been awhile. His arms were numb from having the weight of his body pulling against them, and he was sure one of his shoulders was dislocated.
He'd been injected with a drug, one that made him feel like he was drunk and made his thoughts hard to capture. He'd then been hung in a freezing hut with his feet not quite reaching the dirt floor.
He was almost positive he was going to die, and he also knew he had to fight as hard as he could. He needed to get the information to his CO or more people would die.
Noise from outside the hut caught his attention and he raised his head so he could see the door. The movement brought a painful tingling that moved through his whole body.
He found himself praying to his Father, the only thing his muddled mind had not been kept from doing.
"Please." He pled silently. "Please don't let me die. Please let me get this information back home so more people won't die. Please."
No sooner than he finished his prayer than a Voice filled the hut, reaching and filling his own body with a strength he'd never felt before.
"I am here. You will be safe, trust Me." The Voice told him as his fears faded into the past.
Moments after the Voice faded, the door burst open and four Marines rushed into the room.
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
