Hi!
Thank y'all so much for all the reviews for the last chapter!
I did write a longer chapter, but I have decided to brake it up by the dates.
A big thank you to my beta reader Book 'em Again!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hogan's Heroes...
"You okay?" Blake asked as I limped along behind him.
"Yeah, they just roughed me up a little. I'm fine, really."
Blake raised an eyebrow and gave me a knowing look. It had been a little more than just a 'roughing up', that guard had hit me pretty hard on the back of the head with the butt of his rifle and my ankle, though I don't think it's broken, hurts something awful from where I fell. Not to mention my black eye which Blake called a shiner. It isn't a shiner, a shiner is something you get in a fair fight - you know, one you can fight back in and not be shot - this is just a black eye from a beating. However, I was lucky the guard had picked the end of the day to rough me up so I could get back to the barracks and sleep some of the aches off, or at least try to.
I grunted as Blake pulled me up into the truck by the hand. I swayed as everything started tilting and I would have fallen right back out of the truck if Blake hadn't clamped a hand on my shoulder and helped me to a seat toward the back.
At roll call I tried my best to keep all of my weight on my uninjured foot and not sway. 'Cause if there's one thing I did not want to do tonight it was to be thrown in the Hot Room by Hitzig.
Once we were dismissed I headed straight to my lumpy bunk and took of my boots. Blake walked in behind me and set facing me on his bunk.
"Let me see." Blake examined my ankle for a minute or two before he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wrapped it tightly around my ankle.
"It ain't broke," he told me, "just sprained. Let me look at your head."
I obliged and he again examined me and asked a few questions, finally deciding it was just a bad bump.
"Thank you, Dr. Blake," I said once he was all done.
"Your wel-"
"I said NO!" Our friendly bantering cut off by the loudest thing I had ever head come out of any of the three other men in the barracks, Blake and I turned to see Adams and Jones starring wide-eyed at a red faced Thompson.
Thompson glared at me and Blake then he whispered something harshly to Adams and Jones; their faces turned slightly pale at whatever he said.
The awkward silence that fallowed was shortly broken by the call for lights out and our electricity - one light bulb dangling from the ceiling - was turned off.
I laid awake in my bunk for awhile, pondering on what Thompson, Adams and Jones had been arguing about again. It clearly had something to do with me and Blake and I wandered if it was the same thing they argued about in the barn.
I finally decide to just forget about it. Sleep was more important to me than figuring out what they had been talking about.
