The Illness And Injury Collection

by Lifeshandful

A collection of (very) long one shots of illnesses and injuries.

2. Small Mountain Gorge

Small Mountain Gorge – Brock Reynolds

Brock's priorities sometimes, well more often than not, meant that he put himself last because Cerb and his team mates were always put first. It was a fact that the members of Bravo were well aware of and subconsciously kept an eye on as much as they could. It was making sure that the small but vital things were taken care of, and making sure that he did not binge eat until he was violently ill when he forgot to eat for days on end.

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The return to base was welcome after days spent trekking through the hot humid jungle left each and every single man wanting nothing more than a hot shower to get rid of the mud that caked their skin, a tube of hydrocortisone cream for the mass of bug bites that had swelled and were itchier than any of them cared to admit, and once they were showered and were coated in hydrocortisone cream then they wanted to rack out for the next twelve to eighteen hours minimum after getting something to eat. All except for Brock whose primary concern was getting Cerb out of his vest, bathed, dried and brushed with the pads of his paws moisturised then fed and watered before settling him down on the rack they shared with a rawhide bone as a reward for his efforts that kept them alive on their mission in the jungle; the dog had been on alert constantly, barely even rested, and was fatigued as hell.

Brock deviated from the rest of his team with Cerb at his side as he headed for the base's makeshift kennels having handed his gear over to Davis who had met them and held out her hands expectantly for it knowing that he would take care of Cerb before himself instead of letting someone else do it. Davis had sent him a warning look that told him she would be checking in on him until he was tucked up in his rack asleep before she had departed.

"Lets get you cleaned up boy." Brock said to Cerb as they reached the shower part of the kennels, having snagged a bottle of doggie shampoo and a towel on his way through, and he turned the water on making sure it was warm enough for Cerb but not hot enough to hurt him. Cerb cleared the edge of the tub in one smooth jump and laid down under the stream of water as he was too tired to stand. "I know how you feel boy." Brock commiserated as it had been a long time since he had seen Cerb so exhausted as usually the hair missile was a ball of endless energy as he knelt down and leant against the edge of the steel tub as he ran his hands through Cerb's coat digging his fingers into his skin as he went giving him a massage. Brock was meticulous when it came to anything that had to do with Cerb as the dog had to be in optimal condition constantly, and bathing him was included as he rinsed, lathered and repeated it twice before he let Cerb out of the tub to be thoroughly dried then brushed before his paws were moisturised.

Cerb let out a soft bark as he leaned down with his head touching his paws as his butt and tail went up into the air as he stretched before he laid back down on the ground as Brock cleaned out the brush and got rid of the towel. Brock returned and put two bowls down in front of Cerb, one with water and one with the highly nutritious meal that was specially designed for him, before he sat down beside him and began patting him while Cerb ate greedily. Once Cerb was finished his meal, Brock took one look at his exhausted dog and took pity on him then leant down and picked Cerb up to carry him back across base to Bravo's barracks.

Brock opened the door to their barracks to see that the guys were laying in various positions on their bunks. "Cerb okay?" Clay asked as he rose up on his elbows seeing that the dog was asleep in Brock's arm, sure it was not unusual to see Brock holding Cerb but not when they were on base and not like he was.

"He's fine, just exhausted." Brock answered with a small nod as he hoisted Cerb up onto the top bunk and settled him down onto the large fluffy blanket that had magically appeared on the end of his bunk along with a brand new rawhide bone that was waiting alongside it. Cerb nuzzled down into the blanket with his head rested on top of the rawhide bone with a contented sigh that only he could do. Brock did not need to tell Cerb to stay as he scratched behind the dog's ears before he stepped back and grabbed his own shower kit and a fresh set of clothes. "Can you keep an eye on him?" Brock didn't direct the question at anyone in particular because he knew they would anyway but it made him feel better to ask.

"We've got him. Go get the mud off of you." Trent knew Brock had been worried that Cerb had not handled their prolonged time in the jungle as well as he usually did but then again it had been unusually humid and the vegetation was denser than usual that was underpinned by even rougher terrain. "I've put out some fresh water already." He added on knowing it was one less thing that Brock had to do before he went to the shower to get cleaned up as he could already see he was hesitant to leave. Brock gave a subtle but reluctant nod and left the barracks again to go get cleaned up himself as quick as possible so that he could return to Cerb as quick as possible.

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Cerb strolled slowly at Brock's side as he headed towards the mess tent late in the afternoon the next day for the first time since they had returned to base. After he had showered the night before he had returned to the barracks and laid on his bunk with Cerb watching his dog sleep for a few hours to make sure he was alright before he let himself go to sleep, he had slept the rest of the night and half of the day away then taken Cerb to get checked by the base vet while the rest of Bravo had lounged around with the exception of Jason and Ray who were in with Blackburn and Mandy going over some of their mission and other information that had been found.

The wafting delicious smell of food caught Brock's attention and made his stomach rumble loudly almost to the point of embarrassment as Cerb let out a whine and nudged his nose into the back of Brock's knee. "It's alright Cerb." Brock reassured the dog feeling a lot better now that he had a clean bill of health and was acting more like himself now that he was well rested. Cerb barked as they reached the buffet and Brock picked up a tray. Brock loaded his tray up with a careful balancing act so that not a single piece of food fell from the tower he had created as the tray was well and truly overloaded; it was balanced on one arm so that his other hand was free so that he could grab a large bowl of dessert and a steaming hot cup of coffee. With his tray and his hands full, Brock made his way over to one of the many empty tables with Cerb taking a position beneath the table at his feet, silently grateful that he made it to the mess tent in between the busy shifts so that he could eat in relative peace.

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Jason looked around at Ray, Sonny, Trent and Clay as he noted that Brock and Cerb were nowhere in the nearby vicinity; his whole team, himself included, looked like crap as the humidity and the rough thick terrain in the jungle had exhausted them more than any of them cared to admit, and they were all miserable given the amount of bug bites that they each had or more accurately were making them itchier than they could ever remember being. "Where's Brock and Cerb?" Jason asked not because he was worried but because he knew that Brock had the terrible habit of not taking care of himself instead he chose to take care of them and Cerb first always which was an admirable quality but could be worrisome.

"He was having the vet check on Cerb… but that should be done by now." Clay answered having glanced at his watch to see that over an hour had passed.

"Has he eaten today?" Jason asked before he amended his question, "Or since we got back to base?". Jason knew that he and Ray had not seen Brock eat in the short amount of time that they had seen him since their arrival back at base so the question was aimed at Sonny, Trent and Clay.

"Haven't seen him eat boss." Sonny shook his head knowing that Brock would eat his weight in food when he didn't eat properly and regularly, well as regularly as their jobs allowed, or more correctly would binge eat and make himself sick inadvertently because he had let himself starve.

"Same." Clay agreed with Sonny as he had seen Brock feed Cerb at least twice while Trent silently shook his head indicating that he had not seen him eat either.

"Mess tent?" Ray asked pointing loosely in its direction as he looked at Jason knowing that he would want to check on Brock given his bad habit of not taking care of himself and over eating when he had not done so.

"Mess tent." Jason agreed readily before he turned and starting walking towards the mess tent with the guys moving alongside him.

Brock was easy to spot in the near empty mess tent especially with Cerb spread out on the floor beneath the table and it was just as easy to spot the small mountain of food that he was making his way through with very little regard for his digestive system or the fact that he was hardly chewing the food before he was swallowing it.

"Looks like we got here just in time." Trent commented before he frowned knowing that it would be hard to corral Brock into slowing down despite the amount of food that he had already eaten because he had been eating so fast that he would still not feel full.

"Not sure about that. Looks to be on his second tray if the one beside him is his." Ray shifted just enough to spot another used tray on the table beside Brock, and he knew that it was a universal rule that you cleaned up after yourself by putting any scraps into a bin and returning your tray and utensils to be washed and sterilised.

Jason shook his head having guessed exactly what line of thought Ray was working with but he did not need to say it aloud for them to all be on the same page. "Lets go distract him." Jason knew the easiest way to distract Brock from eating was to join him and take his focus away from his need to eat, or rather get him to slow down so that his stomach could revolt if it had not begun to do so which would get him to stop eating completely although it was not easy to distract Brock when he had begun to binge eat like he was. With that suggestion, or rather order, the men quickly crossed the room and took up the seats that were empty around the table that Brock sat at alone.

Brock looked up from the fruit cup that he had been eating his way through but did not stop eating it piece by piece as Jason, Ray, Sonny, Trent and Clay joined him. "What?" He did not miss the sideway glances that they were giving each other before their eyes all moved from him to the tray in front of him.

"How did Cerb go at the vet?" Clay asked as Cerb was always a good distraction for Brock. Clay felt his leg get nudged beneath the table by the familiar wet warmth of Cerb's nose so he reached his hand down underneath the table and out to scratch the dog's head which resulted in Cerb leaning his entire weight on his legs in appreciation.

"Passed with flying colours, the vet reckons he was just over exhausted and was probably more dehydrated than he appeared to be, also suggested moisturising his paws a couple of times a day while we are here even though he is wearing his protective booties because of the heat. Also suggested that I let him rest up for the next couple of days which I was going to do anyway unless something comes up that we absolutely need him for." Brock shrugged undeterred by the question as he finished his fruit and moved onto his fourth sandwich of this meal which had chicken and salad as its filling, taking a large bite of it immediately.

Jason looked at Trent who was showing his concern clearly as the sandwich was gone within a minute and Brock was already moving onto the next thing on his tray which was some sort of yoghurt and oat mix. "Did you have anything to eat last night after you got Cerb cleaned up and settled on your bed? After you cleaned up yourself?" Trent asked although he already knew the answer because as tired as he still was he was able to do the rough math in his head and calculate the time from when Brock went to get himself cleaned up to when he returned and crawled into his bunk with Cerb, and Trent knew that he had not moved until he had woken up only a few hours ago. Trent had also done the rough math from the last time he had seen him eat when they were still in the jungle which was on their last night and he had only had a small protein bar so it had been almost forty eight hours since he had last had anything, and even longer since he had eaten a substantial meal.

Trent's question made Brock pause in his movements as his loaded spoon had been almost in his mouth. Brock frowned as he wondered what Trent was getting out, and found himself becoming annoyed by his brother's interruption. "Why are you asking?" Brock took a deep and calming breath before he asked the question that came to the forefront of his mind and then proceeded to eat the spoonful of berry flavoured yoghurt and toasted oats.

"I'll take that as a no then. Dammit Brock! You know you need to eat regularly. You know you need to take care of yourself." Trent went from concerned to overly annoyed, almost angry, in a matter of seconds at his friend's, his brother's, lack of self-preservation at times. He could understand Brock's need to take care of Cerb, he really did, but Cerb needed him to take care of himself, hell they all needed him too.

"Trent…" Jason was warning him to back off just by the tone of voice that he was using but it went unnoticed, or rather it was ignored along with the glare that was being aimed in his direction.

"I'm eating now." Brock pointed with his spoon at the tray in front of him rather defiantly like he was stating the obvious as if Trent could not see that he was.

"No, you are gorging Brock. It's what you do when you don't look after yourself. You binge eat until you make yourself sick! It's not healthy for you Brock, goddammit." Trent knew raising his voice was not helpful but Brock could not see his own destructive behaviour as he pointed towards the discarded tray on the table.

"Trent! Walk it off." Jason stood up and pointed towards the large door that they had come through as he ordered Trent out because the last thing Jason needed was for Brock to react in such a manner that he stopped eating all together or that it caused a divide within the team or more accurately between Trent and Brock, his four and five of Bravo. Trent huffed but knew that he had already pushed too far so with that he walked away, going to cool down and berate himself for reacting the way he had.

Brock had lost his appetite completely with Trent's words as he let the spoon he held drop down onto the tray with a clang and then he pushed his tray away. It was not the first time his 'binge eating' had been mentioned but it was the first time that it had caused such a harsh reaction especially from his team. His stomach soured and he knew it was not just from the amount he had eaten but from the words that Trent had said.

They could all see Brock's demeanour change and how he had paled but no one was sure how the best way was to approach it given how heavy and tense the atmosphere that surrounded them had become. Clay looked over at Sonny and then to Jason who appeared to be floundering but before he could say something Ray stepped in. "He's just worried Brock, we all are, and we don't want to see you sick." Ray said with his usual caring tone that he had well and truly perfected as he chose his words carefully not wanting to cause any more upset although he couldn't help but be relieved that Brock had stopped eating because he had been worried that he was going to choke with the speed he was eating at.

"I'm done." Brock did not want to talk any further as he stood up and grabbed both trays to get rid of them, whistling at Cerb to follow as he walked away from the table and from the rest of the men. He did not want to discuss his bad habit with his brothers, and he certainly did not want to eat anymore as his stomach rolled and revolted which he did not want them to know because it only would have made their concern grow and give them the satisfaction of being right. Brock made quick work of tossing his partially eaten food away and putting the trays in the dirty pile before he hastily exited the mess tent knowing his brothers were watching on.

Jason wanted to reprimand Trent but he knew his reaction was out of concern however it had the exact affect that was now problematic because Brock had shut down immediately, and hell it was hard enough to get him to talk in the first place. "You want me to go after him?" Clay directed his question at Jason who waved him off as he answered, "No, give him some space for a while." Jason had no idea if it was the best thing to do but pushing him had not helped and he clearly did not want to speak to them either as he was already defensive enough.

Sonny had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire time which no one ever knew if it was a good or a bad thing. "He'll probably need to puke his guts out sooner rather than later boss. He went paler than an Eskimo that's been frozen solid." Sonny pointed out having been through this with Brock a couple of times before just as they all had, and they all knew it only ended up one way with his stomach revolting as he vomited violently because once he started there was no stopping until he had absolutely nothing left to make reappear.

"Last time he needed an intravenous drip to replenish his fluids because he ended up so badly dehydrated... and quickly too." Ray pointed out as he knew Sonny was right and that Brock would be even more miserable this time especially given the newly formed dissent between him and Trent. "Didn't he also need an antiemetic as well?" He added on as he could not recall if one had been given but did recall that it had been discussed given how sick Brock was the last time.

"Oh yeah, Trent gave him a large dose after he spent a few hours heaving only to bring up bile." Clay answered as he recalled his own wince at the way the needle was jammed into Brock's arm by Trent.

Jason sighed knowing that both Sonny and Ray were right as he ran his hand through his hair. What a mess, he thought as he tried to figure out what was best for all involved. "Yeah, alright, Clay and Sonny go and check on Brock. Ray with me, we will go find Trent and see what the hell he was thinking." With that, the remaining men split into their allocated pairs and went in search of Brock and Trent.

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Brock heaved and heaved hard as everything he had eaten reappeared making his stomach ache and his throat burn something fierce. He had barely made it over to the latrine in time after returning Cerb to their barracks but he was glad he had as he was down on his knees with his head over the toilet vomiting, after all the last thing he needed was for his brothers to catch him doing so as they did not need to be proven right. Brock had his arm laced across his stomach as he heaved and heaved until there was nothing left to come back up although it did not stop the yellowish bile from making its appearance as he heaved again and spat the thick bile out.

Once Brock was sure that he was done and had the energy to reach up and flush the toilet, he shifted from his knees onto his backside and lent back against the stall divider with a heaviness as he tried to catch his breath and did not even bother to wipe at his mouth.

"Brock?!" Clay called out softly as he walked into the latrine building as he and Sonny had split up after finding Cerb all alone and tucked up on top of the large blanket at the end of the bed with his rawhide bone chewing it to pieces.

Brock closed his eyes as he tried to quell the nausea that threatened to make him vomit once more which really was the last thing he wanted to do as it would only make him be in more pain but he couldn't hold it off as he pushed himself to his knees once more just in time for more bile to make its appearance painfully.

Clay knew exactly what was happening just by the painful gagging sound that was being emitted from Brock and he moved quickly, grabbing a handful of paper towels and wetting them before he moved towards the only occupied stall and pushed the door in finding Brock just as he thought he would. "It's alright Brock, just relax as much as you can and take a few deep breaths." Clay kept his voice soft until Brock had finished heaving and listlessly leaned back against the flimsy divider once more then he manoeuvred himself around the confined space so that he could flush the toilet then kneel down in front of him. Clay could see how much of a toll the vomiting had taken on Brock just by the way he was listing even when supported, how ghostly pale he was, and the fact that his hands and bottom lip was trembling along with the pools of sweat that were making his skin slick. "Here, it's nice and cold." Clay handed Brock the soaking cold wad of paper towels so that he could wipe his face which was accepted although the movements seemed hard.

Brock slowly wiped the wet paper towels over his face enjoying the coolness as vomiting worked up a sweat and it got rid of the odour that clung inside of his nostrils. He had closed his eyes as soon as he had fallen back against the divider.

"Think you've finished?" Clay asked after a few minutes although he highly doubted he was as Brock struggled to regain his breath and was still sweating profusely knowing that the best thing for him would be to return to the barracks and be settled into his bunk and go to sleep. Clay also knew that Brock would need to hydrate but would be against it because of the high possibility of vomiting again, and if he had to take a guess because of the pain that he was already in as his stomach muscles were twitching even as he held his arm against them in an effort to ease the ache.

Brock finally opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes, and while he wanted to tell Clay to go away and leave him alone he did not because he knew it would be useless because he would not listen just as he would not if the situation was reversed. "Not sure." It took a lot of effort to say those two words but they were the truth as much as Brock hated to admit that he had no idea if he was finished vomiting because as much as he hoped he was there was also a sense that his stomach was going to protest his binge eating for a lot longer than he cared for.

Clay took the soiled paper towel wad from Brock's hand and got up to dispose of them as well as send Sonny a message that he had found him and to bring Trent or at least a medical kit because he was doubtful that Brock would willingly move any time soon for fear the movement would induce another round of vomiting.

"Clay?" Brock called out despite how bad his throat burned and how hoarse his voice had become as he could not see him. He raised his shaky hand to his sweat soaked curls and pushed them back from his forehead as they were sticking to him.

"I'm right here." Clay returned with another cold wet paper towel and took up the position of being knelt down on the floor in front of Brock as he reached out and wiped at Brock's sweat soaked forehead to save him from making the effort as he was already depleted of energy. "How much are you hurtin'?" He asked wondering how long the vomiting would go on for especially now that Brock had nothing left in his stomach to vomit up and with his past history.

"Nothing I can't handle… Don't mean to worry y'all." Brock was breathless and that was getting more and more concerning for Clay because it did not seem to be easing.

"We just don't like seeing you sick like this." Clay tossed the paper towel into the waste can after he had screwed it up into a ball. "How about we make a deal?" It could go either way but it was worth a try.

"What kind of deal?" Brock asked as he gagged but managed not to vomit although it did not stop his muscles from contracting painfully which made him grimace.

"How about we both make sure that upon our return from any mission whether it's the desert or the jungle or whatever hell hole we are working in that we go through the routine together? We get Cerb sorted first and then you and I get ourselves sorted – that way I make sure that you have something to eat before we both rack out and you don't get sick because you have starved yourself and subconsciously binged." Clay figured that it would mean extending his day by a little longer length of time but if it avoided a repeat performance of this then it was good with him and it was good for Brock and the rest of Bravo. Clay however suspected that once the team realised what he was doing that they would all join in without asking because it was their way of making sure they were all okay. Brock gave a small nod as he really did not want to speak or move at all as another wave of nausea assaulted him. Clay was relieved that Brock had agreed, or what he was taking as agreement from the small nod that he did manage to get.

"Clay, Brock!" Sonny called as he joined them after receiving Clay's message but stopped seeing the two of them in the confined space of the latrine stall. "Looks like someone had too much sugar." Sonny whistled to ease the tension although he was still concerned at Brock's condition which looked to have Clay on edge as well given the message he had received. Brock merely glanced at Sonny before he closed his eyes again and rested his head back against the divider that was holding him upright albeit unsuccessfully as he began listing to the side but Clay had a hold of his arm and was keeping him upright. Clay looked up at Sonny as the two had a silent conversation that resulted in them deciding to give Brock a few more minutes before they considered getting him up and off of the ground and back to the barracks or doing anything like starting an intravenous drip as Sonny waggled the medical kit he had picked up on his way at Clay to show that he did have it. A few more minutes would not make that much of a difference overall but hopefully it would allow Brock to relax a little bit which would help ease how he was feeling.

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It was not hard for Jason and Ray to find Trent who was relentlessly pacing not far from the mess tent and continuously running his hands through his slicked back hair, nor was it hard to grab his attention as he stopped his pacing and turned towards them as they neared him just at the sound of their boots as they stopped. "I know boss, you don't even have to say it. I shouldn't have said what I did but I hate seeing any of you in pain and I know how his binge eating ends and that is with him in pain because he can't keep any of the food he has eaten down. And he is miserable for days after which makes it hard to get him to eat regularly because he doesn't want to throw up again, because his stomach hurts from all of the heaving that he will do, and because his throat is so raw from all of the acidic vomit and bile that comes back up. I know boss, I know I shouldn't have. I just lost control, had a moment of madness." Trent rushed out feeling guiltier than hell already as he did not handle it the way he should have; he did not need a lecture from anyone else but he deserved it so he would happily take it. He knew that Brock did not handle it well, it being the subject of his relationship with food and his binge eating, after all he knew it was a touchy subject before he even opened his mouth to speak but he had still said what he had and he had no answer as to why he had thrown caution to the wind other than that he cared but even that felt hollow to him.

"Trent, just slow down for a minute. Clay and Sonny are looking for him and will look after him once they find him." Jason knew that Trent had reacted because he cared and because he did not have the added help of the adrenaline to keep him calm as they weren't out in the field in an emergency medical situation, and for that he could hardly fault him even though there was a better way to handle the situation. "And Brock will forgive you, he always does. We will get him through this rough patch just like we always do by staying close and having you stick him with a needle or two." Jason reassured Trent knowing that deep down that was what Trent really feared – the loss of his relationship, of his friendship, with Brock – and he knew how hard it was for all of them to watch Brock suffer from something self-inflicted even though it was beyond his control as he did not realise until it was too late more often than not.

"I doubt he is going to want me anywhere near him right now." Trent was downtrodden and morose which was a startling contrast to his usual demeanour as he turned away so that his back was to Jason and Ray who both looked at each other with thinly veiled concern at how badly Trent was affected by his own actions or rather how dismayed he appeared by them.

"When has Brock ever refused you or your help Trent? Seriously you two have had some all-out slinging matches in your time but you always get past it just like you will this time too." Ray hoped that Trent would take stock of the validity of his point because each and every single man on Bravo had fought and made up in their time together, it was part of the course when you were as close as Bravo was. "Plus you always make him feel better so that goes a long way and I know for a fact that you would never deny him or any of us for that matter the chance to feel better even if you are mad at us." Ray hoped that it would be enough to get Trent out of his self-loathing state although he knew it would take more than just a few words. Jason's phone pinged and he pulled it out to look at the message from Sonny.

"Clay and Sonny found Brock. They are going to get him back to the barracks once he is willing to attempt to move. The vomiting has finished but the dry heaving has only just started according to Sonny." Jason informed both of them with caution as he did not know how Trent was going to take the news.

"Goddammit!" That single word was enough for Jason to gauge Trent's reaction as he spun around to face them warring with himself on staying away or going to aid Brock because he would need to be medicated based on how quickly the vomiting had come on followed by the dry heaving.

"Fluids by an intravenous drip and an injection of his preferred antiemetic should do the trick to get him back on his feet." Ray hoped to motivate Trent into medic mode, and they needed Brock up and on his feet feeling good.

"I knew this would happen. Goddammit." Trent felt his annoyance rise once more at the unintended strain that Brock had put on his own body and the suffering that had already begun.

"Hey, Trent, want to tell us what is really going on here? Sure you lecture us about taking care of our own health but you don't get this worked up or lash out like you are. I can literally feel the annoyance radiating off of you right now." Jason snapped his fingers to get Trent's attention knowing that this was not Trent's usual reaction in this situation. As much as Jason wanted to return to the barracks to be there when Sonny and Clay returned with Brock he knew that he had to get Trent calmed and sorted before they went anywhere because he was sure that the atmosphere would be tense enough without Trent's frustration and annoyance adding to it due to the current condition of Brock's health.

Trent began pacing again, back and forth repeatedly, as he tried to figure out and then express what was making him so worked up which certainly was not easy now that his whole mind was consumed with getting Brock medically stable with an intravenous drip and an antiemetic so that he did not suffer in agony because he would suffer in silence if he was allowed too.

"Trent!" Jason was tired of waiting and of the pacing that Trent was doing as he began to understand just how irritating it could be for the person watching, and he wanted to get to Brock to make sure he really was okay because even though he knew that Clay and Sonny were with him it still would make him feel better to see Brock for himself.

"Jase…" Ray reprimanded lightly making Jason glance at him. "Take it easy… we'll check on Brock soon." Ray knew why Jason was so irritable because he wanted to make sure that Brock was alright more than anything else but Ray also knew that pushing Trent who was already on edge would not help at all nor would he get the answers that he desired. Ray turned his attention back to Trent who paced, pivoted, and then paced again with absolute precision as he did not deviate from his path or waiver at all. "Trent, brother, you have to give us something here." Ray implored making Trent halt which he was not sure whether it was a good or bad thing but it certainly pleased Jason that he was no longer pacing.

Trent sighed heavily as he looked up at the sky then raised his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know." It was an uncomfortable admission for him but he had no idea where this frustration, anger and resentment was coming from.

"What do you mean you don't know? Trent?" Jason snapped sharply wanting to grasp and shake Trent by his shoulders until the answers came out but he refrained only because Ray had placed his hand on his own shoulder firmly in an effort to ground him. This was just taking up time that could be spent getting Brock better but Jason knew he could not have the discourse between his men because it could have deadly consequences if it carried into the field with them although he highly doubted it would.

"I don't know Jason, I can't explain it." Trent looked lost which was how he felt too, and being pressured by an irritated Jason Hayes was not helping him sort through all the thoughts and feelings that had attacked him so quickly. "I don't even know where it came from. All I know is that something needs to change." The words left his mouth before he could filter them, before he could realise what he had said and how it could be interpreted.

"Change? Trent, what are you saying? I need you to tell me what you feel needs to change." The tone of Jason's voice alerted both men to the fact that it was not a suggestion or a 'would you please explain' but rather an order, one that was to be obeyed immediately. Jason tensed as he waited for an answer to what Trent meant by 'something needs to change' because his mind had gone to the worst case scenario which was that Bravo was about to be a member short which he would not accept at all. "And do not give me the answer 'I don't know' or…" He trailed off feeling his own frustration grow as he wondered how the hell they got to where they were.

Trent shook his head as he was frustrated at his own inability to explain himself but he really had no idea where to begin or even how to explain something that he did not entirely understand himself. He glanced at Ray hoping his cool and calm presence would help him make sense of things and put Jason at ease but he highly doubted the last part. Seeing as 'I don't know' was taken off the table Trent remained silent because he really had no other answer.

Jason frowned but he could see from Trent's body language that he would not get any answer that would satisfy him so the best thing to do was to give him some space to figure things out although he did not like the option. "We'll be over in the barracks with Brock when you are ready to join us." Jason informed him not waiting for any kind of reply before he turned on his heels and walked away with Ray following after a few moments.

SEAL TEAM

Brock had barely moved and only then it was to heave and retch painfully for nothing but a mouthful of bile since Sonny had joined him and Clay. "I know you don't want to but how about trying a few sips of water. You can spit the first mouthful out to get rid of the taste." Clay coaxed as he opened the bottle of water that Sonny had handed him before he moved to grab another handful of paper towels as Brock was still sweating profusely but he already knew the refusal was imminent and he was right as Brock subtly shook his head in response which only made him gag and heave until he bought up more of the thick yellowish bile which he spat out. "Sonny, get me an intravenous kit. I'm starting one, not waiting for it to be done." Clay knew that there were corpsman on base but they were not making this a full scale medical event especially when they could handle it themselves, nor was he waiting for Trent to do it because Brock needed fluids now although he would hold off on giving the antiemetic until they got him back to the barracks.

"Brock?" Sonny asked to see if Brock was registering what was being said and what was going on although he was already digging through the medical pack that he bought with him for the supplies.

"Yeah, hmm… I know…hmm… dehydrated…" Brock licked at his lips before scowling at the taste as he let his head roll to the side so his face was sort of in Sonny's direction but his eyes were half lidded and he was focusing all of his energy on not throwing up again to really care even though the thought of a needle pricking his skin make his skin crawl.

"Here kid. You done this before?" Sonny asked handing him everything he needed and making sure he was able to assist although he knew he was out of practice as it had been a while since he had taken a first aid course that included starting an intravenous line because it was usually left up to Trent.

"Yeah, a few times, watched a bunch too." Clay shrugged as he answered knowing as long as he did not blow a vein that he was good, and it helped by placing it in the hand even though the arm was the preferred placement. He knew that Brock preferred not to know what was going on and that he was too out of it to care so with speed and ease he got the cannula in and the line started with the bag of fluids running wide open.

"Well damn Bam-Bam looks like you just got your first aid badge." Sonny hollered as he reached out and ruffled Clay's blonde curls once he had finished securing the cannula with a large piece of white medical tape which made Brock chuckle as Clay reached out to slap his hand away. "We could make a nurse out of you yet!"

Clay shot a disgruntled look towards Sonny before his attention returned to Brock who was still ghostly pale and sweating as he continued to heave and gag despite how hard he was trying not to. "Give me a hand to get him up." Clay nodded his head towards Brock as he got up onto his own two feet with Sonny doing the same after he shouldered the medical kit.

"Alright-y, lets get you up and back to Cerb-y. That rawhide bone will be abandoned the minute he takes one look at you." Sonny knew that Cerb would not leave Brock's side as soon as he saw him which was good because like with anyone that was sick or injured Cerb would protect and alert them if anything was wrong. He stepped forward into the cubicle after slinging the fluid bag over his shoulder and trapping it with his neck so that it stayed in place, and between the two them they got Brock up and onto his unsteady feet where he wavered momentarily and let a groan escape his lips. "Take it easy brother, we have you." Sonny reassured Brock as he looked at Clay who signalled that he was ready to move once he had hooked Brock's arm over his shoulders.

The walk across base to their barracks was slow going and filled with frequent stops as Brock heaved and gagged until he spat out more of the thick yellowish bile that left him breathless and in pain. Sonny reached up every so often to squeeze the bag of fluids to help them push through the plastic tubing faster and hopefully provide Brock some relief but he knew that without the antiemetic it would not give the help that he and Clay desired or that Brock required.

Cerb let the rawhide bone fall from the top bunk and onto the floor with a heavy thud as soon as he saw Brock and he leapt off of the bed to get to him. Brock was leant heavily on both Clay and Sonny as both men looked at each other. "Trent's bed." Both said at the same time knowing there was no way that Brock was making it up the ladder to the top back and no one wanted to be vomited on either. "I got him, you swap out the pillows and make sure Cerb has his blanket… It's alright boy." Sonny braced himself for Brock's entire weight as Clay gently untangled himself from him then reassured Cerb who was sniffing at Brock and let out a high pitched whine that was truly awful to hear because he knew Brock was not well. Clay made quick work of swapping out the pillows and getting Cerb's blanket laid out at the bottom of the bed then returned to help Sonny get Brock into the bunk. Sonny and Clay helped Brock onto the bunk where he immediately curled up on his side with his arm held across his pained stomach not even bothered by the pulling of the needle against his skin given the awkward angle as Sonny made a makeshift hook to hang the bag of fluids up on. "Alright boy." Sonny could see that Cerb was growing impatient so with those words Cerb gingerly climbed onto the bed, spun around three times as he shifted the blanket to how he liked it then laid down with his head rested across Brock's leg.

Clay knelt down seeing that Brock's eyes were half lidded. "Anything you want?" He asked hoping that Brock would ask for some water but he knew he would not and right on cue Brock shook his head softly from side to side before he groaned and pressed his face into the pillow. Yip, just as expected. Clay looked at Sonny who shrugged as he knew there was nothing more that they could do, it was just one of those things that had to be worked through as both were hesitant to give him an antiemetic just yet as neither were too sure on the correct dosage although if they had to then they would figure it out or ask for help to do so. Clay settled himself down on the floor close by so that he was leant up against the bunk bed frame merely as a precaution while Sonny took a seat on his bed beside him silently reaching out and squeezing his shoulder in solidarity.

It was not long before Brock was heaving once more and he managed to pull himself to the edge of the bed in time to vomit into the aptly placed bucket just as both Clay and Sonny reached his side and helped him roll over onto his side so that he did not choke or aspirate. Sonny carefully held Brock on his side with one hand while the other hand reached out to untangle the intravenous tubing from around Brock's arm as Cerb pawed softly at his leg. "Finished?" Clay asked cringing because he could see the pain that had formed on Brock's face as he finished spitting all of the bile that this round had bought up.

"Yeah." Brock decided it was best not to move too much as he answered hating how croaky and jaded his voice sounded but that was the least of his worries given how terrible he felt. All he wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep but with the way his stomach was rolling and aching he knew it would not be happening anytime soon.

Clay grabbed one of the smaller towels, didn't care whose it was, and soaked it with cold water then wrung it out over the bucket before he folded and settled it over Brock's sweaty forehead seeing Sonny giving Cerb a pat before they both moved back to their previous positions as Brock settled back down. "We're going to have to figure out what dosage to give him shortly if Trent isn't here soon. He can't keep going on like this." Sonny spoke quietly knowing it would only be a short matter of time before the bile became blood that Brock was vomiting up either from his stomach or his throat. Clay nodded in response but did not reply verbally instead he kept his eyes trained firmly on Brock for any further signs of distress.

The sound of two sets of boots was enough to alert Clay and Sonny that they had company as Brock was too focused on not throwing up to pay anything else any attention especially when he knew his brothers were nearby and that he was safe on base. Both of them looked up to see Jason followed by Ray walk in and survey the room. Jason walked straight over to the two of them and knelt down while Ray stood just off to the side so as not to impede their line of sight on Brock. "How is he?" Jason asked as quietly as he could without whispering because Brock had his eyes closed and he did not want to disturb him if he could help it.

"Where's Trent? He needs the antiemetic but we have no idea what dosage to give him." Sonny replied surprised that Trent had not come back with Jason and Ray, nor did he miss the almost indistinguishable look that was exchanged quickly between the two at his question. "What's going on?" He asked growing concerned, his tone darker than it had been.

"Does it give any indication of the dosage on the bottle?" Ray asked ignoring Sonny's question because he knew that neither he nor Jason had an answer to the question that had been asked, well not one that was sufficient at least as they were still kind of lost on the whole situation that had developed in the blink of an eye. Sonny glared at Ray before he shifted his glare towards Jason as he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on that had the two sharing quick glances at each other, and why Trent had not shown up with them.

Clay ignored the tension as he figured that whatever was going on could be sorted later when Brock was not suffering, and right on cue Brock began to heave again. Clay moved quickly, clearing the short distance in mere seconds, as he removed the damp towel and helped Brock over onto his side and pulled the bucket closer to catch the bile that he was bringing up with a choked resistance as he tried not to expel anything. "It's okay Brock, just spit it out. Spit it out." Clay advised seeing how he was resistant to it. Clay turned back to look at Jason and he was unable to hide his worry as he spoke, "We know Trent has the dosage all worked out, we just do not know what that dosage is. And there's nothing helpful on the bottle" before he turned his attention back to Brock who rolled over onto his back as he struggled to catch his breath again. Cerb let out a soft quiet whimper as he nudged Brock's leg with his nose so Clay reached out one of his hands and scratched behind her ears knowing the dog was as worried as he was.

Jason shared another look with Ray and they held a silent conversation before Ray walked out in search of Trent to ascertain the correct dosage information because Brock could not keep vomiting the way he was as he already looked to be in a lot of pain. Jason ran his hands over his stubble coated jaw and gritted his teeth before he forced himself to relax.

"Trent's pissed… that's why he's not here… isn't it?" Brock had to stop a few times to gain control of the nausea that was assaulting him as his stomach rolled and flipped and ached terribly but he was not about to complain as he had been the one to make himself so ill by binge eating or as Trent put it by gorging. His eyes wandered to Jason's and he knew the answer without any sort of verbal confirmation.

Jason stepped closer to Brock and knelt down as Clay sidestepped down to make room for him to do so. He reached out to Brock and gave his shoulder a light squeeze as he tried to figure out how best to answer Brock's assumption because he really did not have an answer himself. "He's worried and he hates to see any of us suffering. He just needed to take a bit of time to get his head straight." Jason knew his words were more of a placation than an answer but they would have to suffice until he figured out what was going on himself. Jason heard Sonny grumble something under his breath and sent him a look that told him to be quiet before he turned his attention back to Brock. "We have to get you to drink some water, at least a little bit. Ray will be back soon with the dosage we need to give you of the antiemetic which will help too." Jason knew that even with the intravenous fluids that Brock still needed to try and drink some water and that it might ease how much it hurt to bring up the bile. Brock groaned and raised his arm up so that he could run his fingers through his damp curls to push them off of his forehead where they clung too uncomfortably.

"My fault… yuck… didn't even realise… ouch…" Brock struggled to get the words out as he felt short of breath and his throat felt thick with phlegm before a sharp stab of pain in his stomach had him curling back onto his side and pressing his hand right where the pain had radiated from.

"Brock?" Clay questioned immediately concerned at how his condition was deteriorating and how the onset of pain seemed to appear rapidly although they all knew his stomach had to hurt from all of the heaving.

"I'm… okay…" Brock nodded his head although he had paled further as the pain subsided or rather the nausea took centre stage as he focused on trying his best not to throw up yet again. "Need to sit up… felt better that way…" He managed to get out.

"Alright, you want to sit on the floor or up in the bed?" Jason figured that if sitting up helped then sitting up was what Brock was going to do as his concern heightened at how hard Brock was working at having to try and catch his breath. Brock had this thing about sitting on the floor as he often did with Cerb so where he was the most comfortable was where he would be put.

"Floor." Brock answered with a raspy voice before the dryness in his throat made him cough which made him groan once he had finished because it hurt. With a tremendous amount of effort Brock managed to slide himself off of the bed and down onto the floor with the steady support of Jason and Clay until his back was up against the frame so he was supported, and Cerb hopped down to join him somehow squeezing himself between Brock and Clay.

"Here, take a few small sips." Sonny held out a fresh bottle of cold water knowing that Brock did need to attempt to drink something even for fear of what would happen if he bought it back up or rather the pain it would cause as his overused muscles protested.

Brock really wanted to be petulant and reject the bottle of water that was being offered but he knew that he had to at least try and drink something so he took it and held it for a few moments as he steadied himself and took a deep breath in another attempt to quell the nausea that was trying to kill him before he took a minute sip that was only enough to wet his mouth and then let the bottle rest back down on the top of his thigh. Brock painfully swallowed the water before he closed his eyes and lent his head back hoping that it would not reappear but the churning of his stomach made him aware it would.

Jason spared a glance at Clay and Sonny individually before he saw Ray walk back into the barracks with Trent a few hesitant steps behind just as Brock lost his battle not to heave as he listed sideways to vomit up the small amount of water and another round of bile into the bucket beside him. A painful groan emitted from Brock's lips in between heaving as his stomach muscles protested along with his rib cage which was overtaxed from all of the movements. "It's alright Brock." Jason's attention was focused solely on Brock as he held him upright along with Clay who had a hand holding Brock and his other hand was petting Cerb to keep him still and at bay.

Trent moved so that he was knelt down in front of Brock with his medical kit in front of him and he did not miss the questioning look from Jason nor did he miss the glare from Sonny at his late arrival still questioning himself and his actions from earlier. He could have told Ray the dosage to give of the antiemetic but it was hard enough to get Brock to have a needle anywhere near him that he did not want an unskilled hand doing it for concern that his fear would grow even though he trusted his brothers too. "How long since he puked up anything other than watery bile?" Trent asked as he dug through his bag looking for the right antiemetic after he pulled out a second bag of fluids as the first was nearing its end. Clay snagged the fresh bag of fluids from his hand before he stood up to get it sorted trapping Cerb between his feet as he did.

"Since we found him in the head." Sonny answered briskly although there was an ire with his words. The silent 'you would have known if you had come immediately' well and truly implied just by his look. Trent nodded but said nothing more as he prepped the syringe away from Brock's line of sight even though his eyes were closed as Jason took the alcohol swab that had been handed to him and swiped it over Brock's arm a few times to make the injection site sterile while Ray moved in closer as they all knew how much Brock hated needles.

Clay got the bag of fluids swapped out quickly as the original bag of fluids had finished whilst he prepped the second one before he knelt back down. "How long do you think it will take to kick in?" Clay asked looking for an estimate more than anything as the previous times had all varied but then it had all differed on how quickly he was given it after he started vomiting and how it had been injected whether in his arm or intravenously.

"Not long, I hope." Trent muttered as Brock tipped his head forward and opened his eyes so that they were half lidded as he focused on Trent before it turned into squinting at him as he was trying to get a read on his quiet and often more complex brother.

"Brock, look at me." Ray ordered with the bucket between him and Brock seeing that Trent was ready to give him the injection and it was better if he did not see the needle or it getting close to his arm. Brock turned his head so that he was facing Ray although he screwed up his nose at the sight of the bucket in between them. "Yeah… I know… we will get rid of it shortly. The antiemetic is going to make you feel better." Ray placated although he could understand Brock's aversion to it as it was not the nicest sight or smell but getting the antiemetic into him took precedent over everything as none of them wanted to step away especially with his aversion to needles.

Trent knew that when Brock was distracted that it was the best time to give him the injection so as Ray talked he gave him the injection feeling how tense he became, pushing the meds as quickly yet as safely as he could. "There we go… You will feel better soon Brock." Trent murmured softly once he had finished depressing the plunger of the syringe before he stood up and moved away out of arms reach as he was all over the place and the last thing Brock needed was to worry about him over his own health.

"Trent?" Brock was exhausted as he turned to look at Trent again or rather search him out as he had moved away.

Jason glanced at Trent who very subtly shook his head as he slipped out of the door needing to be alone to figure out what the hell was going on with him or more importantly what the hell was going on inside of his own head; it was an answer they all needed. Jason turned back to Brock who was once again drenched in sweat and could see the confusion that plagued him at Trent's actions. "Lets just get you sorted first Brock… give the meds a chance kick in… Rest until they do." Jason kept his voice calm as he spared a glance at Ray who understood what was being requested as he took his leave to follow after Trent even though he would have preferred to make sure Brock was alright first.

"'m 'orry." Brock sucked in a sharp breath which put everyone on edge due to the change in his breathing.

"Don't worry about any of that now brother." Sonny was quick to reassure him from over Jason's shoulder as he handed a fresh cloth soaked in cold water to Jason who took it immediately and brushed it over Brock's face to rid him of the sweat that was streaking down his face.

It took several long and agonising minutes with a few more bouts of heaving and vomiting up bile for the antiemetic to finally take effect and for the nausea to recede enough that Brock felt confident enough to move only when he needed too without the worry that he would find himself with his head over the bucket painfully heaving and spitting up a thick phlegm and bile.

Brock opened his eyes once more, blinking heavily a few times, before he got his eyes to focus on Jason. Now that the antiemetic had begun to work he felt a lot better and that was saying something because he still felt terrible as his stomach still ached and his throat was raw from the acidic contents of his stomach that had reappeared. "Boss… 'm sorry… don't realise till its too late… Trent's right… need to take better care of myself… this sucks…" Brock figured he probably should add more but he was too tired and he wasn't sure what more there was to say other than that he was an idiot for binge eating when he knew what the disastrous results were – him vomiting until there was nothing left in his stomach and even after, him being hooked to an intravenous line to replenish the fluids he needed, and needing an injection of an antiemetic to control his nausea. Brock had no idea why he did what he did and why he did not stop once he was full instead of continuing to eat until he was stopped or until he was sick which was not fun for him or any of his brothers who stayed watching over him and helping him through it.

"We'll sort it Brock but later. For now, I want you to get some sleep or at least try too. Okay?" Jason knew that Trent's distance was affecting Brock just by his words but his priority was making sure Brock was recovering before he tackled Trent although he hoped that Ray would get to the bottom of it. "You two got him?" Jason asked knowing he needed to see where Mandy was so that he could know what was coming up for Bravo however he hated to leave Brock or any of his men when they were unwell or injured but he knew that Bravo would do what they do best and rally around, and he already knew that Clay and Sonny would be staying close, almost as close as Cerb was.

"Not leaving." Clay reaffirmed what Jason already knew as Sonny shoved a toothpick in between his teeth and gave Jason a firm nod. Clay had somehow managed to contort himself around Cerb so that he could hold Brock up who was continually trying to list to the side or rather let him lean against him, shoulder to shoulder.

"I'll be over in TOC. If anything changes, one of you come and get me as soon as you can." Jason cleaned Brock's face once more before he dumped the flannel down into another bucket that it had been soaking in then stood up knowing that he did not have to tell either of the men what was required because they would anyway, and the 'as soon as you can' meant take care of Brock first and foremost before unless he needs medical attention from the infirmary.

"Copy that boss." Sonny moved down onto the floor taking over Jason's spot as he answered although his focus was already solely on Brock. Jason took one more look at Brock before he left the barracks hoping that a night off would be in order because even with the fluids and the antiemetic there was no one in hell Brock was ready for an op as he was beyond exhausted and physically ached; Jason did not need to be a genius to figure any of that out.

SEAL TEAM

Ray returned with Trent to the barracks once more to find Brock asleep with his head rested down on Clay's shoulder and Cerb curled in between them as he was still on the floor up against the bed. Even in the dull light of the barracks, it was easy to see that Brock had gained some of his colour back in his skin as he did not appear as ashen as he had nor was his face glistening with beads of sweat anymore.

Ray knelt down next to Sonny who was sitting across from them on watch for any signs of change. "How come you didn't get him into bed?" Ray asked quietly although he could already guess as Trent quietly and quickly swapped out the empty bag of fluids for a new one as Brock was still dehydrated.

Sonny looked at Clay who remained unmoved as he did not want to wake Brock who was best to sleep off the after effects of his binge eating saga now that the vomiting had stopped and the nausea was under control. "He didn't want to move so we didn't make him. Figured once he was in a deep enough sleep Clay and I could get him up and onto the bottom rack." Sonny figured that if Brock was comfortable then who was he to say anything different although he for sure did not find it comfortable and for sure his backside did not appreciate it nor did his back.

Clay looked up at Trent and frowned as he was still perplexed by his outburst at Brock earlier in the mess tent but now his demeanour had Clay slightly on edge as it was more subdued than usual. "You right brother?" Clay asked quietly as not to disturb Brock making Trent flicker his gaze from Brock to him. Clay did not miss the way Trent's eyes softened as Brock let out a pained moan in his sleep although he remained asleep thankfully.

Trent or rather Ray had made sense of what he was feeling once Ray had ordered him to say whatever it was he was thinking about so they could figure it out. Truthfully he wasn't mad at Brock for his lack of restraint as his outburst had suggested but rather it was out of concern and the gut wrenching instinct to protect and help not only Brock but the rest of his brothers. Trent feared pain, not his own but that of his brothers, and every time he had to watch Brock go through the pain that his binge eating caused it was hard, harder than he cared to admit. What he was sure of besides what had got him so hot under the collar was that he needed to apologise to Brock once he was feeling better so that they could have a blunt conversation and hopefully come up with a way to avoid this happening again. Trent took a slow steadying breath before he took a seat down on the ground opposite Clay. "Yeah, I will be. And I will apologise to Brock once he is feeling better." The answer was not a placation because placations had no place in Bravo. Trent shrugged as his eyes once again focused on Brock as the guilt of not helping him through being sick or giving him the antiemetic started to settle in.

"Don't go there Trent. It won't help him or you. We're all with him." Jason had returned moments before and taken the time to silently observe his team or more specifically Trent from the doorway, and could see where his head was going too as he stepped into the room and settled down on the other side of Brock noticing that the bucket had been emptied and cleaned as it would remain on standby but hopefully not be needed anymore. Trent shook his head but remained silent as he put all of his focus into keeping an eye on Brock and his health as it bought him peace but also kept his mind from descending to a dark place that he was all too aware of at times.

"What's the word? Are we spinning up tonight?" Clay asked changing subject enough to take the attention from Trent who seemed uncomfortable as he glanced at Jason figuring if they were that they would be down a man and a hair missile because there was no way that Cerb was being pulled away from Brock's side and they would not make him.

Jason looked around at all of his men and those that were awake looked on as they waited for an answer. "We're in for the night, grounded if you prefer." The decision was made solely on the fact that Mandy did not have all of her intel together yet rather than the fact that they were down a man. The men nodded but remained where they were somewhat relieved that they did not have to head out for the night. Jason knew that they would all stay close and made no effort to reinforce it verbally. "We need to make sure that this doesn't happen again." Jason did state an obvious fact this time.

"Yeah boss, made Brock a deal to avoid this happening again." Clay advised without going into details because he did not need too as his word would be accepted and they would find out soon enough.

"This is not just on you kid." Jason was not going to enquire what deal had been made between the two youngest men of Bravo but he knew whatever it was would be logical if it had been proposed by Clay because the kid had an incredible amount of empathy for people which was a credit to him given all that he had been through and he also had an amazing sense of perspective. "It's on all of us. We were all exhausted and we missed it. Every. Single. One. Of. Us." Jason punctuated the last sentence as they all shared equal blame and it was directed more at Trent than anyone else earning various nods and murmurs of agreement.

"His neck is going to be sore if he continues to twist it like he is. Should be safe enough to move him without setting off another round of vomiting" Ray pointed out knowing that Brock would already be sore and that he did not need to have a sore neck from sleeping at an odd angle on Clay's shoulder when he woke up. "We could all do with some more sleep too." He added knowing that they all still looked weary as hell as their trek had really taken it out of them.

Jason nodded with a sigh as of course Ray was right… again. "Settle him into bed before we settle into our own. We'll get up early, get breakfast and have a light work out before anything else." He decided at once figuring it was best to ease him into it and that Brock's participation in the work out would be decided once he woke up and decided on solely how he felt but he would not be getting out of having a light breakfast.

With the plan made, Bravo worked as one to get Brock settled without waking him on the nearest bottom bunk bed then got themselves into their own with the knowledge that each of them would take turns to check on Brock until he woke or morning, whatever came first. Taking care of their own was what they did.