Russian Translation:

Chert Poberi = Dammit

Milaya = Darling

Skylar tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her middle forced her back down. Her body was in agony and her head pounding. This wasn't how she expected thing to go and as much as she disapproved of what Glaz did, she was happy he did. If not she would be down here alone.

Glaz groaned, throwing his rifle off his shoulder and into the darkness. Not caring much for their situation. He turned his head, seeing Skylar lying on the hard ground, clearly in pain. The anger he just had quickly turned into worry. He shot up to his feet, ignoring the pain in his lower back and knelt down beside her.

"Skylar! Are you okay?"

"Far from it. My right shoulder is dislocated and I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen when I tried to sit up. You?"

He grabbed his flashlight, clicking it on to examine her. He looked at her face first, Skylar squinting as soon as the bright light hit her eyes. She had a few scratches on her face, but a big gash on her left eyebrow, that would need to be cleaned and patched up. Moving lower, she didn't seem to have any injuries on her upper body, minus the dislocated shoulder. Then he came to her abdomen. He noticed there was a rip in her jacket and most likely shirt and there was a red stain, meaning she was bleeding. And bleeding a lot.

Glaz left the light on, but set it down beside him. "You're bleeding. I'm going to need to open your coat and check the wound."

"Oh bleeding too, that's wonderful."

He ignored her sarcastic remark and began undoing her tactical vest. Carefully unclipping the buckles and moving them to the side, then he started to work on her jacket. He grabbed the metal tag between two fingers and gingerly pulled it down. He moved the flaps of the jacket to the side to get a better look. The bottom half of her shirt was covered in blood, making Glaz pray it was meant to look worse than it seems. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, carefully moving it up her body to reveal the wound, all while keeping an eye on her facial features.

Grabbing his flashlight he began examining the wound. Upon seeing it, his heart sank. On the fall down she must have hit a rock or something equally as sharp, there was a decent size gash on her lower left side abdomen that was pooling blood. If it isn't stopped soon she'll bleed out.

He went into one of his pockets, pulling out a bunch of gauze and began putting pressure on the wound. Skylar groaned in pain, hands clenching in fists. He knew this wouldn't fully work, but hopefully it'll work enough for him to cauterize it.

"Skylar." He sighed. "I'm going to need to cauterize it, if I don't you'll die."

Skylar closed her eyes and sighed, when she opened them she was met with his gaze. Even though his flashlight was the only light source they had, she could see the sorrow in his blue eyes, the apology.

"Fuck. Okay, just do it."

"I need you to keep pressure while I find a stick to burn." He moved his hands so she could take over. She could only put pressure with one hand, moving the other would worsen her shoulder. "After I cauterize the wound, I'll bandage it then we'll deal with your shoulder, okay?"

"Okay."

She watched him pick up the flashlight and stand up, beginning his search for a stick to burn. She was beginning to feel light headed, knowing it had to do with the blood lose. If he didn't find something soon she'll most likely pass out from it.

Glaz moved the flashlight around, making sure the beam of light hit every single crevasse there was in the hell hole of a cave they were in. Was it a cave? Or did they fall into something else? Either way Glaz's mind was on something different. Getting Skylar fixed up.

Thankfully he did find a stick wide enough to cover her wound. He sighed in relief and walked back over to her. When he got to her, he saw her eyes were closed and the wound bleeding out.

"Skylar? Skylar, you can't sleep right now." He gently shook her, being mindful of her shoulder. "Skylar? Chert poberi."

He fetched his lighter from his pocket, setting the top of the stick on fire. Letting it burn, he pressed down on her wound to stop the bleeding, the sudden contact made her eyes flutter open and groan in more pain. Glaz, sighing in relief when he caught a gaze of her hazel eyes.

"Oh good. Skylar I need you to stay awake, at least until I get this fixed." All she did was nod. Her face was pale and he knew it was now or never. He put the fire out, seeing the base of the stick glowing red, like he needed. Pulling his hand off her wound he gave her a quick glance. "I'm sorry."

He place the burning hot stick on top of her wound, holding it there to seal it.

Skylar arched her back and let out a blood curdling scream, that sent a pang of guilt through his mind. He moved the stick off, placing the light beam on it to see if he did the job right. And he did, there wasn't any blood seeping through. She was in the clear, for now.

"Let's not do that again please." She wiped the tears away with her good arm and chuckle.

"You're in the clear for now Sky. I'll bandage it and keep an eye on it."

"Okay."

Glaz went for one of the bandages, placing the gauze part on the newly closed wound. He wouldn't be able to fasten the bandage if she didn't sit up and he felt bad for even asking her that. "Can you sit up?"

"Yeah, but I need your help." He grabbed her good arm and gently pulled her up into a sitting position. "I think standing would be better, I don't think I can sit up straight right now."

"Okay, if you feel weak at all, just grab onto my jacket alright?"

Skylar nodded. He grabbed her good arm again and help her get her footing, still holding onto her to make sure she wasn't going to fall down or pass out. When she looked to be in the clear, he let go, picking up the bandage that fell to the ground.

She shrugged out of jacket carefully, letting it and her tactical vest fall to the ground with a thud. "Please tell me you'll be able to relocate my shoulder with ease? I don't think I can take much more pain."

Glaz pulled down his balaclava, staring into her eyes, he sighed. "I can set it quickly, that's not a good idea. We don't know where we are or how long we could be down here, I'm going to set it correctly and make you a makeshift sling."

"I hate this."

"I know." He placed the gauze part back on her wound, holding it there until he grabbed the two ends with his other hand. "Don't worry I'm getting us out of here Skylar, I promise." He secured the bandage around her waist and gently pulled her shirt down. "I'm going to need you to lie back down so I can fix your shoulder."

"Okay." She slowly sat back down, moving her jacket to the side and laid down.

Watching Glaz unbuckle his tactical vest, then unzip his jacket, taking both of them off. Tossing them on the ground he took off his long sleeve shirt, he was about to tear it when Skylar spoke up.

"Don't! Like you said we don't know how long we'll be down here, your long sleeve shirt will work better to keep you warm than your short sleeve one. Tear that one."

Glaz shook his head, then took off his short sleeve shirt, leaving him shirtless in the dim lighting. She would've enjoyed this more if she wasn't in pain and on the verge of falling asleep, at least this wasn't the first time she's seen him like this. He tore his shirt in half, the sound of fabric ripping echoed off the walls. He tore it again, making it an almost perfect line.

He put his long sleeve back on and went over to her dislocated shoulder. "Okay, I'm going to need you to hold your arm out."

Skylar moved her arm to the side, wincing at the slight pain going through her shoulder. Glaz grip her upper and lower arm, slowly bringing it above her head. She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths the more he raised her arm. Then a popping sound, like the one you would get when you twist an empty water bottle and have the lid pop off by the air pressure.

"Oww." Skylar sat up, moving her arm in front of her so he could fasten the sling.

He grabbed one of the torn fabrics, setting one side on her opposite shoulder, bringing it around her arm and up her back, then tied it together. "There, now I'll clean and bandage the wound on your forehead. You can lean against the wall behind you if you want?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

She slowly moved over, leaning against the rock wall behind her. Glaz grabbed his jacket and tactical vest, moving them next to her. He then grabbed his flashlight that was lying on the ground and fetched his canteen. He ripped a smaller piece of fabric, pouring some water on it to dampen it.

He grabbed his flashlight aiming it at her wound on her forehead. She had blood all along the side of her face and neck, it made his heart beat rapidly in his chest seeing her like that. He couldn't bare the thought of if he had listened to her and let her go she would've been badly injured and alone down here with now help…..and that made him feel sick to his stomach. Skylar met more to him than she would ever know.

Glaz lightly scrubbed at the dried blood crusted near the wound, that has thankfully stopped bleeding and was now starting to scab over. She would end up having a decent scar though.

Skylar looked up at him, a small smile on her face. "Timur, thank you….for everything! If you listened to me, I would be injured, bruised, bloody and alone down here. You're a good friend! I'm not sure how many other operators would do the same thing."

"I would never forgive myself if I dropped you, milaya." He looked down at the makeshift rag on his hands. "I consider you one of my closest friends back on base...I I I just couldn't do it. I do know if Maxim, Alex or even Shuhrat were in my shoes, they would've done the same for you."

She wiped a few tears from her eyes and smiled. "You're one of my closest friends too and I'm glad to have met you! They would, wouldn't they? So what's the plan?"

He continued to wash off the dried blood, adding more water to the makeshift rag.

"I'll make a fire to keep us warm, then go through our things to see if anything is damaged. I just want you too rest for now and we'll figure a way out when you get your strength up."

"Sounds good to me." She yawned. "I'm tired."

Glaz grabbed his jacket, taking off his tactical vest and bunching it together. "Here use my jacket as a pillow. I'll check on you in a few hours and I'll have a fire burning when you wake up."

Skylar moved away from the wall and laid down. She moved his jacket a little, getting it under her head more and sighed in content. The last hour or so did a toll on her, she closed her eyes, letting sleep take her over.

He grabbed his flashlight once more, picking up her jacket a few feet away. He took her tactical vest off the jacket, walked over and draped her jacket over her curled up body for more warmth until he got the fire going. He lingered there, just watching her sleep, completely postponing what he initially wanted to do. Her features relaxed, making her look calm.

Glaz finally stood up and started to look for anything he could use to burn and check out their new home. He pointed the light beam at the wall, following it up. He could see the ledge they fell off of when he came barreling down behind her, they looked to have dropped down at least 13 feet and he was grateful their injuries weren't worse.

He walked around the cave, picking up any sticks or pieces of wood he could find. When he saw a little opening in the cave wall, he placed the fire wood down and shown the light beam inside. On the other side of the opening he saw wooden boards going across, like a wooden fence. He glanced over at Skylar to still see her sleeping, then back at the opening.

Leaning down he picked up the wood and head towards her. The first order of business would be to start a fire, then he could explore. Skylar comes first, not his curiosity.

Glaz quickly got a fire going and luckily there was enough small rocks around to make a small perimeter so the fire doesn't get out of hand. When he knew it wasn't going to go out, he stood up and headed for that opening.

He moved through through the crevasse, it was a little tight but Skylar would fit through with ease. When he came to the other side his mouth fell agape. The first thing he saw was a small wooden walkway, leading to an opening with what looked like an old fashioned elevator. Around it was another wooden platform with a staircase leading up to it and behind it looked like a door.

Glaz looked around in disbelief, not really believing his eyes on what he was seeing. He glanced back at the opening, not being able to see Skylar from where he stood. He wasn't going to explore any further, not without her. Clicking his flashlight off, he sighed.

"What have we gotten ourselves into milaya?"

Of course there wasn't an answer, so he turned around and headed back into the cave.