Jason has had enough excitement for one day. The second that the IED exploded, the whole mission changed. The were expecting this to be an easy, safe mission. But poor Clay had changed all that. It was always Clay that was getting into trouble. Good thing he was so talented and had such a bright future on Bravo, or Jason might've gotten him sent to another team when he first drafted him. Jason couldn't bare to imagine Bravo without Clay on the team now. He was like the younger brother to all of them.

When Jason came upon Trent trying to rouse Clay, his heart sank. They were gone taking care of the hostiles for a hot minute. The fact that Clay was still not with it when they returned to Trent and Sonny, was making Jason on edge. He had no idea how they were gonna move him at this point. After handing Sonny the bandana to cover Clay's eyes, he looked at Trent, silently asking for an update on how Clay is doing.

Trent looked up and met Jason's concerned eyes and motioned over next to Clay's side, away from him enough to be honest with Jason about Clay's condition, but close enough to still keep an eye on him. Sonny was still by Clay's head, while Ray and Brock were at Clay's side. Sonny was rubbing Clay's chest, asking him if he needed anything or if he was thirsty.

As Trent and Jason moved away, Trent spoke first;

"Well he's okay for now. I'm really cocerned about his sensitivity to the light and how long he was out before he would respond to me. I'm also pretty sure his eardrum is busted and not really sure how we are gonna get him outta here without him just wanting to cut his head off from the pain."

"Can he walk? At least for a little bit, it's really thick to try and help him outta here." Jason said, hopeful that Clay could just walk outta here, but he knew that was just wishful thinking.

"No way is he gonna be able to walk, he probably couldn't walk in a straight line even if he felt good enough to stand up. I also didn't bring a stretcher, so one of us is probably going to end up carrying him. It's going to be really hard on him. He's hurting laying flat, he's gonna really be feeling it when he's upright. I'm thinking best option is if I just try and carry him."

"Okay, I didn't think he could. Can you give him any pain meds?"

"Eh, I don't really want to, he could hardly wake up without them, so I'm worried if I give him some, he won't wake up and be able to respond."

"Okay, let's just get him home."

They made their way back to the rest of the guys. They overheard Sonny tell Clay something about keeping what he just told him to himself and not sharing that with the boss man. Clay was still laying in the same spot, he looked like he hadn't moved an inch. Ray, Brock and Sonny looked at Jason and Trent with concerned, questioning eyes. Looking at the for guidance and waiting on what the next step of action was. "Gonna sit him up and then when he's feeling up to it, gonna piggy back him and we'll head to EXFIL. Trent removed the bandana then spoke to Clay, hoping he would wake

"Hey Clay, how you feeling buddy? Ready to try and sit up? We gotta get outta here."

Clay responded with only a muffled groan.

"Clay, c'mon man, you have already gotta all the beauty sleep you can, you can't get much prettier, pretty boy." Sonny tried to rouse him with insults, per usual Sonny. The razzing must have worked, cause Clay slowly cracked his one good eye and bleary looked at Sonny.

"Okay Clay let's try and sit up. Tell me if you feel worse than you already do. Gonna grab your shoulders and lift you up."

Trent lifted Clay up, and the second that his head was lifted off the ground, Clay let a loud groan and lifted his hand to grab at his head. He was dizzy also, so as soon as he was upright, he listed to the side and didn't really attempt to sit up straight. Jason grabbed Clay's shoulders from the front so he didn't just fall over. Brock held out his sunglasses so Jason could put them on Clay's face to block out some of his discomfort from the sun.

"Hey Clay, how you feeling?" Trent asked.

"Uh...do..n't...feel..go...od."

Clay had found the side of Jason's shirt and was holding on for dear life. He always found comfort in holding on to something to ground him.

"Are you gonna throw up?"

"Uh...I do..n't know."

"Okay, I'm gonna give you a few more seconds, and then we're gonna start heading home."

Jason awkwardly tried to reach around Clay's body so he could radio to TOC, letting them know they were headed to the EXFIL site finally.

Trent double checked that he had all his supplies and then prepared to carry Clay on his back. As Trent bent down to check on Clay, he had just melted into Jason's chest, now practically hugging him and tightly grasped Jason's shirt in the back. Clay looked like a tired toddler. His head was pressed tightly into Jason's neck/shoulder. He didn't feel good at all, dreading the trek home, praying his head didn't just explode.

"You good to carry him at least part of the way Jase?"

"Yeah, he's comfortable, don't wanna make him move."

"Okay. Let move guys. Help Jason stand."

As Jason stood up, telling Clay he had to wrap his legs around his midsection, so he can support himself a little more. He let out a pained groan as he was lifted, his head was killing him.

Once Jason felt like he had a pretty good grip on the kid, the headed off, hoping to make it to EXFIL without any incidents. They had to walk about 2 miles to the LZ to meet the HELO. Jason was sweating bullets by the time he had walked 1/2 mile. Clay was tense and moaning as he was accidentally jostled multiple times.

"I..don...'t fe..el very..goo..d" Clay said breathily into Jason's neck, "I know buddy. We're trying to get you outta here."

Clay was now moving sorta restlessly in Jason's arms. Before Jason could ask him what was wrong, Clay violently got sick, vomiting all over Jason's back...