Oliver watched the sangheili leave towards a wooded area before preceding to use the biofoam on his punctured lung. 'The elite, Shi'ae seemed genuine and even gave me a radio so I guess she was just trying to help and she seemed nice aswell' he pondered, still a bit sure of his own change of heart. After all, it was the same elite that had given him the injury in the first place and they were still enemies.

He decided to put the confusing thought aside for now considering he would most likely not see her again. That slightly saddened him as he could almost see them being friends.

He had to get back to the task on hand as even though he had temporally fixed his lung he was still losing a lot a blood and would need an evac soon.

He looked at the radio device still in his hand and hoisted it up onto his chest. After some fiddling with the buttons he managed to get a signal.

"This is the UNSC Challenger, who is speaking?", a stern voice asked.

"This is Private Oliver Mason, requesting an evac at my location." replied Oliver.

After a brief pause the communications officer said "Copy that Mason, pelican en route, eta 7 minutes".

Oliver let out a sigh of relief. He had gotten so lucky with the way events unfolded he was having trouble believing it but he wasn't arguing. For the next seven minutes he tried to slow the bleeding with various equipment from his bag and had moderate success.

Before the pelican had even touched the ground a young energetic marine hopped out. The marine observed the scene before him. "Holy shit.. What happened?", he asked rhetorically. He then turned his attention towards Oliver and asked with kindness "You alright there?", while at the same time going over to him to assist him to the pelican.

"I got stabbed but I managed to stabilize myself so I'm doing alright at the moment altough still very painful." Oliver responded.

"Yeah, you're lucky, those swords are lethal".

"Guess I am really lucky" he said back, thinking of the odds of meeting the one friendly elite in the whole damn covenant. He cuckled to himself quietly at the thought.

He planted himself in the nearest seat once he was inside the pelican, not wanting to walk any more and his tired muscles could not agree with him more.

The green beast prepared for take off and once it had began it's journey back to the UNSC Challenger Oliver decided it would be a good time to get some shut eye after the tiring events of the day so far.

Aboard UNSC Challenger

Oliver woke up to a brightly lit room filled with beds with injured soldiers on them, and doctors and nurses tending to some of them or wandering around making sure everybody is alright.

A doctor noticed Oliver was awake and he made his way over to him. He picked up a clipboard at the end of the bed and then proceeded to tell Oliver details about his injury.

"Mr.Mason, your lung is beginning to heal but it will take time and you may feel a bit weak from blood loss. Fortunately, you will make a full recovery. You are a very lucky man, Mr.Mason."

"Yeah, thanks doc."

"Anyways command wants to speak with you about what happened at Aplin base despite my advice as you are the only surviving member of your platoon."

The docter hurried away to tend to another patient but Oliver was confused at this statement as he had seen his platoon retreating but was soon saddened when he realised the covenant must have caught up with them.

He closed his eyes and wished for sleep but couldn't find it. He couldn't get his mind off his platoon, wondering why he out of all the people there had survived. He just stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, although it felt like hours to him until he heard footsteps approaching his bed.

The man, a navy officer spoke first while Oliver was shifting himself up so he could look at the man.

"I apologize for disturbing you but as the doctor has probably told you I'm here to get a report on what happened at Aplin base." He said in a monotone voice.

Oliver explained to him what happened, the size of the force that had attacked but left out the help he had received from Shi'ae. They probably wouldn't believe him and he did not want to be brought for more questioning to be reminded of his platoon.

The officer, satisfied with the report got ready to leave before saying "Thank you Oliver. We need as many men as we can get so I expect you to be combat ready in two to three weeks."

This angered Oliver. 'I'll be lucky if I'm able to walk in two weeks, nevermind going back on the frontlines!' he screamed in his head, knowing he couldn't actually say something like that to an officer. The anger was radiating off of his face but the officer didn't notice as he had already left.

He let out a sigh, releasing some of the pent up anger. If he was going to be deployed he might aswell be in good condition instead of being barely fit for service. He closed his eyes and though it was hard, he eventually found sleep.

Sorry that this is the the shortest chapter so far but I wanted to put something up for this week before I go away. Anyways thanks for the support so far on this story, it's really good to see people are enjoying it. Also someone commented on the story thinking there will be smut but just to let you know there will not be any.

UT Midnight Sky: It's great that you find it interesting and thank you for reading. I promise to not stop until the story is done!

Vampiric Shadow:Thank you for saying it's a great story for my first. I'm not sure entirely how the story will go so far I just have a rough idea and things get changed quite a bit but I wasn't really planning on doing it like Romeo and Juliet so it will probably be something different.