This is again for the unusual words prompt meme, written for tothelibrary on Tumblr. The prompt was Thomas and/or Momas and Lalochezia, meaning the use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain, so a warning for gratuitous swearing.
As soon as they had lost the patient, Thomas had stormed out. Apart from being highly unprofessional of him, he had never done this before, and Miles was worried about him. It had been a high-tension case from the moment the man was brought to the hospital - grievous injuries, the man in terrible pain, it being touch-and-go from the very start, in and out of surgery and in and out again. And to top it all off, Yelland had wanted to be assigned to him - Thomas had fought tooth and nail against this, and Miles had backed him up, but now that they had lost their patient, Tom would never live it down. So as soon as he had finished clearing up, Miles headed straight back to the tent they shared, where Tom would almost certainly be.
"Fuck," said Thomas, slamming his hand on the desk, "fuck fuck fuck FUCK," he yelled, kicking his metal bedstead until his foot hurt. "Bugger bugger shit fuck." He slumped down in his chair and let his head slam onto the desk. Miles decided this was a safe time to make his entrance.
Tom's head lifted and twisted wildly round to Miles as he heard him coming in. "Oh, thank fuck," he said, lowering his head again, "I thought it was Yelland, come to gloat. Arsehole."
Miles said nothing, but sat on the desk by Tom's head, resting a comforting hand on his back. Tom raised his head and Miles was shocked by how red his eyes looked, how in pain Tom seemed. Tom looked at Miles like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a wet "Bugger." Miles took this as a cue to wrap his arms around Tom, who didn't resist but laid his head on Miles' shoulder and cried out the hardship of the past few days, an occasional 'shit' and 'bugger' making its way out between sobs, as Miles stroked his back and his hair soothingly.