Sarge sent Destroyer, Portman and Kid off while Duke moved Goat's body out of the way. I sat on a stool with John sat in front of me taking a look at my head. Sarge was stood by the door, his arms folded as he thought about everything. Sam was studying the Imp, she decided to call it. The room was silent as everyone worked on their own business. My head was pounding and I still felt sick, but at least the pain was dulling to a constant instead of a screaming kind of pain. I was thankful for small miracles.

"You took quite a blow Dani." John frowned as he managed to stop the bleeding. "You're lucky you've still got your skull in one piece." He added as his eyes frittered between my head wound and my eyes.

"I figured." I sighed as I watched John pick up a needle and thread. "Tell me you're good at stitches." I begged as Sarge walked over to us. John gave me a small smile which I returned. John held my head as he lined up the first stitch he was going to put in.

"What happened in the tunnel Bones?" Sarge barked at me, as John started to stitch up my head. The sting of the needle threading through my skin was nothing compare to the pain my body felt. I struggled to organise my thoughts into an answer.

"Goats light went out, then mine; fishing Portman from the water damaged it." I explained closing my eyes as I took a deep breath. I tried to organise my thoughts so they made sense. In my head it was all a jumble of different events, nothing made real sense. "John called to let us know we had movement. I found my pen light, gave to it Goat, figured he'd have better aim. We... we called Pinky for his view, when he replied we heard it growl. We turned and it jumped us." I answered opening my eyes and meeting John's. His eyes caught mine straight away, he still looked worried about me.

"What do you mean it jumped you?" Sarge asked looming over John's shoulder. I looked up at Sarge then back into John's eyes. Looking up hurt, that and talking to John made it easier to speak. I let out a small sigh and forced myself to remember as much as I could. I frowned slightly as I the memory was more of a blur than anything else.

"It jumped forward, threw me out of the way and went straight for Goat... I smashed my head on something, blacked out for a few seconds. When I came too, I was under the water, you two screaming to know what was happening." I answered, my eyes flicking to Sarge then back to John's. Sarge sighed as he walked back to the side of the door, folding his arms over his chest. John tugged at the last stitch, tying it off neatly.

"There all done." John replied inspecting his stitching skills looking impressed with himself.

"It's gonna scar huh?" I asked as his hazel eyes met my own. For a second John just looked into my eyes, the look said enough though. His eyes said that this was just the beginning, that things probably were about to get a lot worse. Looking back, I wonder if he knew on the surface what his eyes told me. I wonder if my eyes told the same thing to him.

"Not that badly." John replied honestly before turning to the trolley next to him.

"I guess I should just be thankful I'm alive right now." I sighed out softly letting out a shaky breath as I re-grouped myself.

"Why didn't it go for you?" John asked picking up a bandage, placing it over the stitches.

"I figure it's because Goat had the light." I answered honestly as John pressed it on. I winced slightly at the pain. John grabbed a pen light and shone it in my eyes. I screwed my face up, the bright light hurt my eyes more than the blood and sewer water stung them.

"You've got a nasty concussion Dani," John sighed holding my chin as he checked my eyes out. I tried to move back but he held my chin still. "I think it might be best-" He started to say as I pulled back and stood up quickly making the stool screech on the floor. I knew exactly what John was about to suggest.

"I'm not staying in here John." I said firmly as Sarge looked over to us, my voice louder than any noise coming from the others.

"That cuts only just stopped bleeding, you were nearly drowned by that Imp." John argued throwing his hand in the direction of the thing Sam was crouched over. "You nearly died Dani." He added looking me straight dead in the eyes. There was nothing but worry and fear shining in his eyes as he looked at me. The fear of losing someone else so close to him, after all there was only me and Sam left.

"I know. Goat did die." I ground out firmly setting my jaw and holding my gaze with John. "I'm going back out there." I grunted just as firmly, grabbing my P90 and adjusting the strap. The eyes of the whole room were on us. For the first time ever, I was causing the tension, I was causing the problem with one of the twins.

"Dani-" John growled a little as Sarge walked over to us. He was scared for me, terrified I was going to go out there and end up just like Goat. I could see it on his face, in his eyes. This wasn't Reaper talking or Sargent Grimm speaking, this was John, the scared, alone boy talking to me.

"What's wrong?" Sarge asked looking from me to John, his presence looming over the pair of us.

"Nothing sir." I said looking straight at John. My eyes never left his as John glared at me, the anger boiling over in his hazel eyes.

"Something I need to know Reaper?" Sarge asked looking at John, who turned his head to Sarge.

"She's got a bad concussion, I think it'd be best if she stayed here with Sam." John answered refusing to look at me. I was glaring at him, there was no way in hell I was letting anyone stop me from going back out there.

"Bones?" Sarge asked as I looked at him. "How you feeling?" He asked firmly as he studied me.

"Ready to find more of those bastards and waste them." I said firmly. Sarge nodded liking the answer I gave him, he gave me the smallest of smiles.

"I don't see a problem here Reaper." Sarge grunted to John before heading back to the door. Sam popped her head up as she and Duke watched us. The tension in the room was so thick and for once it wasn't caused by the twins. This was probably the first time I had ever really wanted to take a swing at John in all the years I'd known him.

"Sarge, with a head wound like that-" John argued fallowing Sarge

"I am a doctor John, I know how bad I am." I butted in fallowing him. John stopped and turned to face me, frustration on his face, fear in his eyes.

"You know, really?" John snapped at me, the tension bubbling over. Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breathe

"Yeah I do!" I snapped back, glaring at him.

"If you black out in the field, those things could kill you." John snarled threw grit teeth squaring up to me. In his eyes there wasn't anger, not even a hint of it, just pure fear. The fear of losing another person. His parents, Sam in a way, Jumper, Goat I don't think he could take loosing one more person so close to him.

"And if I stay here and black out, Sam could die." I counter argued, as John glanced at Sam momentarily. "I'm going back out John." I added looking dead in his eyes. I knew he wasn't remotely happy about it. He was glaring at me, his hazel eyes drilling into the back of my skull as I just stood there perfectly still looking back into his eyes. The door to the infirmary opened and Mac walked in breaking the tension in the room.

"Gear up, we're leaving, that means Bones as well." Sarge barked as I looked to John one last time before heading towards the door. John grunted at me as I walked past him, clearly he wasn't happy about any of it.

"I hear your light went out." Mac said as I reached them. I sighed looking over to Goat's cloth covered body.

"Yeah it did." I sighed softly as Mac passed me a new light.

"Thought this might help. It's a spare Pinky had." Mac explained with a warm smile. I took it and attached it to my gun.

"Remind me to thank him." I sighed softly.

"I will. How's your head?" Mac asked as I looked up at him. I gave him a small smile.

"Tender." I replied, turning as John whispered something to Sam. The pair looked over to me and I nodded to Sam. I wanted her to know I was going to be ok. Sam walked over to me, that head strong look on her face.

"Dani, be careful out there." Sam looked like she was almost pleading with me as she pulled me into a hug. "I couldn't... Don't die." She whispered into my ear. All the time I was looking over at John who was watching us.

"I wont. I promise." I whispered back as we pulled out of the hug.

"Marines! Move out!" Sarge yelled looking at all of us scattered around the medical room.