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We walked several miles without seeing another soul. We didn't speak much either, which I was grateful for.

There was something about this man that made me feel like he knew everything that I had ever done wrong in my life. It was silly of me to feel this way, especially because he had done so much for me already.

He had helped me with Sobel and Jefferson, and then again when I was attacked by those two Germans. I bit my lip as I thought things through. He seemed like a nice guy, but he had an incredibly rough exterior that was almost impossible to break through.

I knew that it wouldn't be impossible to get to know him, but it would take a long time to get there. I wasn't sure if I would have the patience to get there, but I was also unsure of what he thought of me.

Pretty soon, we reached the edge of the forest and had to walk in the open.

I finally asked, "Where are we going, Lieutenant?"

Speirs replied, "There should be a farmhouse up ahead. We need to take a look there."

"Why?" I asked. I didn't remember any farmhouse being on our target sheet.

He explained, "It might be where battalion has set up head quarters."

I followed him carefully through the field as he led on.

After a moment's silence, he finally broke it by asking, "Where are you from, Nurse Banks?"

I watched my feet as I walked. "Here and there."

"Where would that be?" he prodded again.

I realized that it was futile to try and avoid sharing personal information with him, so I stated, "I grew up in Montana."

"Did you like it there?" he questioned me.

I wondered where he was going with this. I replied, "It was okay."

"You're lying, Nurse Banks," he pointed out.

I scoffed, "H-how do you know?"

He stopped and turned to look at me. After boring into my soul with his brooding eyes, he said, "You're a terrible liar."

I bit my lip and asked, "If I told you that it was the worst place I had ever been in my life. What would you say to that?"

He stared into my eyes, making me uncomfortable in the process, as he said, "At least it would be the truth." He glanced down at my lips and added, "Stop biting your lip."

I pursed my lips and asked, "Does that bother you?"

"Yes," he replied curtly.

"May I ask why?" I questioned.

He turned from me and replied, "It's a bad habit."

I cocked my head to the side and continued to follow him. "What?"

He repeated, "It's a bad habit."

"No, I heard you. I don't understand," I admitted.

Speirs stopped and looked at me again. He stated, "You're going to damage your lips by constantly biting them. It's a bad habit...one you should stop."

I blinked at him. "So, you're telling me that you think it's a bad habit like smoking and drinking?"

He smiled at me, a true genuine smile. "I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" I asked.

He stepped forward, closing the gap between us. "You're trying to trap me. It's not going to work."

"What?" I asked, stepping back.

He followed and replied, "You were about to tell me that your lip biting is nothing like other bad habits."

He stared at me intensely as I asked, "Isn't it?"

We stood there, just staring at each other. I wasn't sure what he was going to say, or do. I finally broke the silence by asking, "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked, still staring at me.

I looked away. "Treat me differently when we're alone."

"I treat you the same regardless of who is around," he said as he turned to continue walking.

I cleared my throat and pointed out, "No, you don't. When there are others around, you-"

He raised his left hand, ordering me to be quiet. When he knelt down, I did the same, suddenly looking around for whatever or whoever he heard.

Within moments, we heard the cricket sounds. Speirs aptly pulled his out and responded. Soon after, we were greeted by a couple of our troops.

"Good to see you, Lieutenant," one of the men stated as he approached us.

Speirs replied, "You too, Private."

We stood up to regroup with these men. Speirs asked, "Have they set up battalion near here?"

"Yes sir. Up the path here at the farmhouse," the private replied.

Speirs nodded and looked over his shoulder at me. "Let's get you to battalion."

I looked between him and the three Privates that surrounded him. I inhaled and followed him without question.

We didn't have far to walk and when we got to the road, we could see the building up ahead.

Speirs stated, "When we get to battalion, you'll need to check in to your commander."

I nodded. As we neared the farmhouse, I realized that Speirs didn't say this much to anyone. During the years that I had known him, even from a distance, I had observed that he had spoken more to me in the short amount of time we were together, than he had during the entirety of training.

As we entered the property, I could see a lot of our men getting assembled. I spotted Lieutenant Winters with Compton.

Speirs stopped and turned around to look at me. He stated, "I'll take you where you need to go."

I whispered, "You don't have to...I mean, I think I can find it if you're busy."

He eyed me for a moment. "I'll take you."

I raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in disposition. I realized that I would have to get over his personality changes, but it was going to take some time.

As he led me through the property to where I was supposed to go, I searched the area looking for someone I knew. More importantly, I was looking for Webster.

I was so involved in looking around, that I didn't see that we had arrived to our makeshift med station.

"Nurse Banks?" Speirs spoke.

I blinked up to meet his gaze. "Yes?"

Speirs looked around before looking into my eyes once more. "Looking for someone?"

I cleared my throat. "No. I'm sorry. Thank you, Lieutenant."

He stood there for a moment, and I finally mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. He nodded then walked away from me, without so much of a word.

I stood there watching him walk across the yard, when one of the medics tapped me on the shoulder.

"We need you over here," the man said.

I nodded and said, "I'm coming."

When I rounded the corner of the makeshift med station, I didn't realize that we already had so many wounded that needed tending.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw all the wounded. Nothing could have prepared me for this scene.

The medic asked me, "Where's your stuff?"

I never looked away from the wounded. "I- I lost it."

"How could you lose it? Never mind..." He started to walk back to the wounded. He stopped and pointed to an area around the corner before saying, "I'm sure there's a pack of supplies over there. Find one and let's get to work."

I walked around to see where he was pointing, and saw a few bodies lying in a row. My mouth fell open as I stared at them. I blinked and inhaled deeply. I knew that I needed to focus but it was going to take a lot of concentration to do so.

I approached the bodies and saw that one of them was a medic. I closed my eyes, hoping that it wasn't someone that I knew. It was bad enough that it was men from our own team, and I didn't know how I would react if it was someone that I knew.

I bent down and unbuckled the pack from the dead medic's body. I pulled it away from him and noticed that it was a medic from I Company. I sighed as I stood up, re-buckling the bag to fix the strap.

I slung it over my shoulder, still staring at the dead men. I licked my lips and asked, "Where do you need me to start?"