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Jack was in a daze the whole ride back. Norman and Boyd sat on either side of her, helping to keep her upright as she stared at Don who was still out cold on the stretcher. There was hardly room to move in the truck, but that didn't stop the medics from working on him. They covered the wounds and put a blanket over him to keep him warm and keep his body from shutting down. He did not wake up. Jack stared at him the way back to the base. At one point she grabbed onto his hand that had been hanging off the stretcher. She didn't even realise she grabbed. Jack had stopped crying and sat still.
Boyd and Norman would exchange words every so often but Jack didn't hear them. She should have stayed with him and stopped the bleeding when she had a chance. She should have let Norman take the radio. She should have kept fixing him up even after he said no. She should have….she should have….
These thoughts plagued her and her breathing quickened. She wasn't aware of anything around her or what was happening to her. Boyd leaned forward slightly to try and see her face. It had paled significantly and he could hear her shallow, raspy breathing. Boyd put an arm around her and pulled her into his side when she began to shake. He guided her head onto his chest and rested his chin on her head. Boyd rubbed her back and tried to get her to calm down. He was worried she would hyperventilate or go into shock or something.
Norman talked to one of the medics to see what they thought about their leader's situation. They were hopeful but there was still a chance something would go wrong if they had to dig stuff out of him. For the most part, it looked like the bullets went clean through. They hoped they wouldn't have to go digging around in him. If they did, they risked opening up a major artery and losing him in surgery to do previous blood loss.
After a while Jack had calmed enough to breathe normally and they pulled into the camp. They were met with McMurphy and another surgeon. McMurphy was shouting orders and asking questions. The Medics pull Sergeant Collier out first and took him straight to surgery to make sure he had no more bullets. It was still dark by the time they got to the base camp and McMurphy was slightly surprised to see Jack and her group ebing bussed in for injuries.
"Jack, thought I told you I didn't want to see you back here for a month!" He said teasingly as he watched her get out fo the truck. His smile fell when she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him. He turned to the surgeon next to him and told him to go ahead and start seeing what needed to be done with the sergeant. McMurphy was going to take care of Grady after he checked on Jack. The surgeon instructed the medics where to take him inside and followed them in. Jack tried to follow but McMurphy stopped her. Gordo and Grady had already been taken in and were being worked on.
"Jack, stay outside." He began but Jack tried to shove past him. Norman came up behind her and tried to pull her back. She began to struggle. "Jack, you need to stay outside while we work on them. I want you out here." McMurphy told her.
"We'll stay with her." Bible told him, hobbling over, careful of his leg. McMurphy glanced down at it before looking back to Boyd. He nodded.
"I'll take a look at your leg once we patch these guys up." He told Boyd before turning back to Jack. She looked slightly dazed. "Stay outside until I personally tell you otherwise. Understand?" He asked. He wanted her outside in case something went wrong. She didn't need to see that. He waited for her to respond. Eventually she looked at him and nodded. He turned and went inside. Jack looked down and lifted her hands to see them. She was covered in mud and blood. Her hands were red and covered more in blood than ny other part of her.
"Why?" She whispered quietly to herself. "What have I done?" He asked a tad bit louder. It was loud enough to catch Norman's attention as sh began to try to wipe her hands together in an attempt to get the blood off.
"What did you say?" Norman asked gently.
"So much, blood. Oh god, there's so much blood!" she began to say louder. Boyd hobbled over to try to help Norman calm her down. He stood next to her and was about to say something when Grady's pained yelled ripped through the tent. Jack dropped into a crouch and covered her ears with her hands and cried out. "Make it stop! Oh God make it stop! It's all my fault! All my fault!" She cried out. Norman crouched down, confused and pulled her hands away from her ears as she began crying.
"It's not your fault, Jack. You saved them!" He insisted. Boyd was standing next to her still and spoke.
"Don't you worry. They'll pull through." He told her. She fell back on her rear and sat, starring at her hands. She sat like that for a while. Norman remained crouched next to her and Boyd stood by. It had begun to drizzle and they could tell a rainstorm was coming. After a few minutes it began to rain harder. She sat in silence, unmoving.
Only when McMurphy appeared did she look up again. He smiled and she stood up, walking towards the tent. He put his hands up to stop her and she stopped, glaring. His smile widened.
"They're gonna be fine. They are getting patched up and cleared now." He looked over her to Boyd. "Come on in, we have a few beds. We want to keep you guys over night, make sure everyone's looked out for. I'll take a look and your leg and head and Jack's leg too." HE explained. Jack glared at him deeper and he turned to Norman. " You got anything needs to be looked at?" Norman shook his head. She grabbed Jack by the shoulders and lead her inside. Norman helped Boyd in. McMurphy sat her on a spare bed and told Boyd to tank the one across from her. He moved away and Jack tried to stand. He pushed her back down. She watched him walk away. She sat alert on the edge of the bed and Boyd plopped down on one of the beds and gingerly rested his leg on the bed. Norman took the bed beside him and sat on the edge of it. He looked over and saw Jack tapping her leg.
Grady brought into the area with the help of two medics. He was swearing up a storm and Norman couldn't help but laugh. They wouldn't let him walk on his own.
"Grady, relax man. Let 'em help you." Gordo said as he followed, unassisted.
"Man, why fuck they ain't carryin' you?" He yelled as then sat him on a bed. His shirt was off and his jacket was draped over his shoulders. Gauze wrapped round a large part of his torso and he grunted as he sat down.
"'Cause I didn't have no fucking piece of metal stickin' out of my back." Gordo countered as he sat. His shirt was back on, but he was paler and looked unwell. But he was alive and going to recover. Gordo had taken a bed next to Jack and eyed her back She was facing the other bed next to her and not facing him. Grady had seen her too and taken the other bed next to Norman.
"Hey, Norman." Grady said to him quietly. Norman turned to look at him. Up close, Grady looked worse that Gordo. A Medic walked in with and iv drip and attatched it to Grady's arm. "She doin' ok?" He asked motioning to Jack. Nomran looked at her and shrugged.
"I think she'll be better when Sergeant Collier gets back." Norman told him honestly. Grady nodded and leaned back.
"She shouldn't worry to much. He was awake when we walked out." He said and slowly leaned over and reached out to Norman' s pillow. He grabbed it and set it on the pillow behind him. Norman didn't mind. Grady leaned back on the two pillows. "They givin' him more blood right now. Makin' sure it goes ok before they bring him out here with us fuckers." He laughed to himself before looking over at Jack sadly. She looked like shit, like an abandoned puppy. Grady shook his head. "Man, how long she been like that?" HE asked Norman.
"Since we got her on the bus." Boyd said from his spot. Grady rubbed his head. Gordo watched her while the other three talked. Gordo tried to get her to talk and asked her questions. She didn't respond. They sat there for about half an hour. Grady had fallen asleep. Soon after, Norman settled down to get some shut eye. Gordo was still awake and so was Boyd. A medic came out and began cutting away at the fabric on Boyd's leg and removing most of the gauze that was keeping the knife from moving. The medic got up and quickly returned with more supplies to redress the wound after the knife was removed.
Jack still sat in the same position, not giving in to the sheer exhaustion she faced. Every so often Gordo saw her pitch forward slightly, but she startled herself awake. He was waiting for her to hit the floor face first. Gordo's attention flicked between her and his cards. One of his arms was in a sling. Grady had a sling too but he didn't keep his arm in it all the time.
They were all alive, but they looked like shit. Some of them looked half dead and Jack looked ready to fall down. Boyd watched her too and wondered how long it would take until she fell asleep.
McMurphy and two other medics carried into the room a stretcher and an iv drip attatched to the man they carried. Everyone's attention turned to them as they brought Sergeant Collier into the room and set him down on the bed right infront of Jack. She had jumped to her feet the moment they entered, completely alert. Boyd internally groaned at their timing. She was just about to pass out. He grunted out loud as the medic pulled the knife from his leg and pressed gauze into it.
Jack crouched next to Don's bed and reached out, picking up one of his hands. She watched him closely, looking to see if he was awake or even still breathing. Concern filled her when he wouldn't move or open his eyes but she swallowed it down, trusting the medics to have made the right calls and that he would be ok. She held one of his in both of her own and remained crouched next to him. She still hadn't said anything.
McMurphy sat at the end of Boyd's bed. The two spoke quietly as a medic wrapped up his leg and checked his head. Gordo stood and mad his way around to Jack. He sat on her bed and gently nudged her shoulder.
"Jack?" He asked to get her attention. " C'mon, let him rest. He's gonna be ok, man." He said and kept gently shaking her shoulder. "Get some sleep, man you need it." Jack lifted Don's and her hands up to her mouth before finally talking.
"It's my fault this happened to you guys." She said quietly, shaking her head. "All my fault." She said as she began to shake slightly. Gordo looked at her before answering.
"What chu talkin' about, man? You one of the reasons we still alive!" He told her quietly. She let out a slight humorless laugh and shook her head.
"No, no, no. This is my fault. Just my fault." She repeated quietly. Gordo sighed in defeat and got up, making his way over to McMurphy and Boyd, sitting on Bible's bed. The two men stopped speaking and looked at Gordo, waiting for him to speak his mind. He nodded at the two men before opening his mouth.
"Man, Bible, I think Jack's lost it." Gordo admitted quietly.
"Shit" Boyd sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. McMurphy looked between them, confused. "Ah, fuck." He swore again.
"What's wrong?" McMurphy asked them. "What's she saying?" Boyd sighed deeply.
"She keeps sayin' it's her fault, like every scratch on us was done by her own hand." Boyd told him tiredly. "She keeps sayin' it, won't listen to anything we fuckin' have to say about it."
"Why would she think that?" McMurphy asked, trying to get an idea of what was going on. Gordo and Boyd shrugged.
"You'd have to ask her man." Gordo told him. "She did kinda act as a nurse. Maybe she felt she didn't do a good enough job?" He suggested.
"Probably stress and exhaustion. She needs sleep. Has she had a decent meal today?" They shook their heads to his question. He smiled. "I'll handle her." He said and began to stand.
"What you gonna do?" bible asked wearily. McMurphy turned to him.
"Don't worry about it. Let me handle her. You two get some sleep. I don't wanna see you guys up." He said as he walked away. Gorodo and Boyd looked at each other and shrugged and Gordo returned to his bed, getting under the heavy blanket and closing his eyes. He was out like a light. Boyd moved the thick blanket over himself but watched to see what McMurphy had up his sleeve.
A short while later, McMurphy returned with two mugs of coffee. Boyd watched as he sat on Jack's bed and held one out to her. Bible heard her refuse but McMurphy must have said something for her to finally remove one of her hands from Don's and take the mug. She and McMurphy sat there for a few minutes, just talking and they drank from their mugs of coffee.
A few minutes later, Jack tried to stand quickly, but stumbled and fell, catching herself on her bed. Her tin mug had fallen to the ground and she sounded angry. McMurphy stood and smiled a friendly smile. Bible sat up, watching. Jack jumped up and lunged, swinging at McMurphy. The medic laughed quietly and caught her. He got her onto her bed and tossed the thick blanket over her and picked up her mug. He put Don's hand back on his chest.
McMurphy began to walk away and Boyd saw his happy smile fall into a tired expression. He saw Boyd staring.
"You drugged her." Boyd stated, slightly impressed. It was a smart move and probably the only way they could get her to sleep. The medic smiled at him through his exhaustion.
"I'm a doctor. I don't drug, I prescribe." He said before walking away. "Get some sleep." Boyd did as he was told and settled down into the cot. Before he got some sleep, he looked across the room to see Don and Jack, completely out cold but ok. He looked around to Grady, Gordo, and the new kid, Norman, who had found his own place in their little family. He smiled to himself and put his head down on the pillow.
Throughout the day, members of Fury would wake up, be fed, and then be ordered to go back to sleep. McMurphy had gotten attached to the group, much to his dismay. The frequency in which Jack had to visit the tent meant he would be running into the members of her tank. Now they had all landed in his care. They were a funny group, upbeat even in the worst times. Rough around the edges, but good people.
Norman was the first to wake up. He woke up around midday. Grady woke up while Norman was eating. Grady had eaten and went back to sleep. McMurphy lent Norman a book and he sat and read for a while. In that time Gordo woke up and got something to eat.
"Anyone else wake up yet?" Gordo asked Norman. The kid looked around and shrugged.
"Just Grady." He said, lowering his book.
"I'm up." Boyd's voice came as he raised a hand. "I'm up too."
"Mornin' sunshine!" Gordo called from across the room, laughing slightly. They all looked to Jack as she rolled over on her cot in her sleep. She struggled under her thick blanket before settling down again. Norman looked over to Boyd's alarmed face and laughed when Bible let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank the Lord." He said letting out a sigh. "That girl needs to sleep for another month." He said out loud.
"Yeah, man. You hear she was sick last month too? Man, she got the shittiest luck." Gordo added. Norman snorted.
"How's she stay alive this long? You guys talk like someone's out to get her." Norman noted.
"Probably. With her luck? I wouldn't count it out." Boyd answered before groaning and sitting up. "What time is it?" He asked, his voice still heavy from sleep.
"Doesn't matter." Don's worn voice said as he struggled to prop himself up on hi arms to look at his men. He nodded t them. "You boys better get some sleep while you can." He grunted.
"Mornin' to you too, top." Boyd said jokingly. Don sghed through is nose.
"Morning." He grunted and struggled to sit up and lean forward. It took him a few minutes and after he got up, he was leaning forward, trying to catch his breath. McMurphy came out to check on everyone then. He broke out some food for those who just woke up and grabbed another medic. They went around checking on everyone's wounds. But they left Jack alone.
The boy's stayed awake for a while, just relaxing. Norman was quiet for the most part, just watching them interact. Jack had been right. They were rough around the edges, but they were good men and he could see why she got along with them so well. They were easy going for the most part. Until they got in a battle, they were relaxed men. He didn't mind when Grady sat at the foot on his bed to play cards with Gordo and Boyd, they even told him to join in the game.
"Sergeant Collier opted to stay on his own cot. He was reading the book Norman had been using. Norman had handed it to him when he learned Don wasn't going to join them. Jack didn't wake up. Don looked over to her sleeping form, her face was buried in her lumpy pillow and under her thick scratchy blanket. McMurphy saw him looking at Jack while checking his gunshot wounds.
"She'll be ok. She just needs sleep." He told the Sergeant who looked at him. "She should wake up soon, the drug wore off a while ago."
"You had to drug her?" Don asked. McMurphy looked at him, remembering. The medic laughed slightly.
"Oh yeah. You were still out. We couldn't get her to go to sleep so I put something in her drink to knock her out. I needed to get her to sleep before she did something dangerous." HE explained as he began rewrapping Don's injuries. "Don't be surprised if she keeps sleeping though." He continued. "She hasn't been sleeping well. Has she always woken up screaming or vomiting?" He asked. Don looked to him again.
"I thought she stopped." Don stated firmly. McMurphy shrugged.
"She only threw up twice, and that was when she first was in here for the gunshot. Sometimes she'll wake up startled in the middle of the night." The medic told him. Don nodded, listening carefully.
"How long you keeping us here?" Don asked firmly as the medic stood. HE shrugged.
"Depends on how many beds we need. I'll probably let the kid go tomorrow. I wanted to keep him here to make sure he didn't go into shock. Jack will try to leave when she wakes up. I have to make sure there isn't any metal bits in her leg." He sighed and shook his head. "That's gonna be a shit fest with her." Don smiled and snorted a quiet laugh, understanding what he ment. He would only imagine how much of a struggle it was trying to fix her up when he had to fight to get her there.
""I'm going to check your man Boyd's leg again. If it's healing ok, he can go too. You and your man Grady I want to keep another day or two. Make sure you guys don't pass out. Gordo should be ok to leave tomorrow but I'm going to talk to who ever is in charge to keep you out of duty for at least a week or so." The medic continued speaking. Don had no problem with what he was saying. His boys had been through enough the past few months, they needed a break.
Everyone suddenly went quiet and McMurphy startled before slowly turning to look at Jack. She had sat up and her eyes were slightly open. She was slouched forward slightly. They sat and watched her for a few seconds before she fell back against the cot, dead asleep. McMuprhy laughed slightly.
"I hate it when she does that. It's creepy as hell." HE said and grabbed his things. "You guys get some sleep. I'll be back later to check on you guys." He said and left. The men spent the rest of the afternoon and evening playing cards, eating or sleeping. The only two who stayed awake for the better part of the day were Norman and Gordo but as the night went on, they went back to sleep, enjoying an actual bed for once. Norman hadn't been there long but had already begun missing having a bed.
The next morning the guys woke up within minutes of each other. They were feeling better and they looked better too. Don and Grady still looked a bit pale but it was a lot better than they had looked before. McMurphy and a few other medics passed out some rations and McMuphy brought around a thermos of coffee. He checked everyone's wounds personally before clearing them. Norman and Boyd were cleared and Grady actually almost cleared. His injury was healing well and he was just being kept for one more day because he was still slightly pale. After checking Gordo's bullet wounds, he was cleared to go but he had to check in later and the next morning for them to make sure the wounds were still healing without infection. When he found that Jack hadn't woken up yet he laughed and went over to her bed.
"Damn, she must have been tired." He said as he crouched down.
"SHouldn't we let her sleep?" Norman asked. McMurphy shook his head.
"I need to check her leg and I don't want her waking up and kicking me." He explained as he grabbed her shoulder gently and shook, tryng to ease her awake. She was buried under her blanket and the only part of her you could see was the very top of her head. "Jack, c'mon I need you up." He said trying to urge her awake. She didn't budge. "Jack, your guys are up before you." He joked with a soft laugh. A pale hand reached out and tried to wave him off with a grunt. Gordo and Grady laughed quietly but McMurphy frowned as she rolled over. He stood and rolled her onto her back and ripped her blanket away form her face, concern flashing across the usually easy going man's face.
He swore under his breath. She was pale and sweaty. She grimaced and slowly opened her eyes before cramming them shut again. She tried to cover her face, not happy at the sunlight. She grabbed at her blanket, trying to cover up.
"Fucking cold." She mumbled. The medic tossed the blanket onto the bed behind him and pressed a hand to her sweaty forehead and swore when he felt she was burning up.
"What's wrong?" Don asked sternly as McMurphy checked her pulse.
"Woah, what's going on?" Boyd asked hobbling over and sitting on Don's bed as the medic looked over Jack, looking for the source of his suspicions. He saw the bandaging around her leg and grabbed a pair of scissors, cutting through it quickly. He grimaced and swore again before answering.
"God Dammit. She still has metal in her leg." He said quietly as he began to slowly move the fabric from the cut. The blood had congealed over it and it was stuck to her. "Shit" He swore and looked to find her sleeping again, or trying to. He grabbed her face and tried to get her to wake up. "Jack? Jack do you hear me?" She grunted. "Jack, you have blood poinsooning, you need to stay awake." HE told her as he stood.
"Blood poisoning?" Norman asked as the medic grabbed his bag.
"Yeah. Stress lowered her ability to fight infection and she was just sick last month. Didn't know there was still bits in her leg. I need to grab a stretcher, keep her awake." HE said as he ran to the back and passed through the flaps that acted as doors. Boyd moved to her bed and Don turned himself to put his feet on the floor and leaned forward.
"Jack, Jack c'mon now." Boyd prodded and gently tapped her face. "Wake up now, girl." She grunted and opened her eyes glaring. She looked like shit and she felt like it too. He smiled at her. "Hey there, you hear what the medic said?" He asked. She shook her head, frowning and put a hand on her head.
"I feel like shit." She said quietly. The two men near her laughed. Gordo sat at the end of her bed, near her feet and on the side opposite of Boyd. Norman stood behind Boyd and Grady dropped himself on Don's bed.
"You look like shit to, man." Gordo told her teasingly She tried to kick him but was too tired and week to do anything.
"How is it that you didn't even get too banged up last night and you're in worse condition than us?" Don asked her gently with a teasing smile. She rolled her head to the side and looked at him with a slight glare.
"Glad to see you're ok." She said and McMurphy returned swearing.
"Where the fuck are my medics?" He swore and dropped the stretcher next to her bed. He pointed to Norman. "Help me carry her." He said as he pulled her off the bed and put her on the stretcher.
"I can walk." She commented weakly and McMurphy scoffed as he and Norman carried her out. Norman had to stay and hold her leg down and still so the medic could work. She wasn't screaming or swearing which concerned McMurphy. She didn't usually scream but she would at least argue or swear. Once a few medics arrived, he dismissed Norman who returned to his group.
"How she doing?" Don asked him upon returning.
"She's ok. They're about to finish getting everything out. It's really gross." Norman added and Grady snorted.
"Boy, it's a war injury. It ain't gonna be pretty." He told Norman jokingly.
"C'mon Normna, let's go find the tank." Boyd said as he stood from the bed.
"They got it back here?" He asked.
"Yeah. Fixed it up yesterday and had a team bring it in last night. Let's go see how fucked it is. They only got it running again. Probably take us a month to fix it to be fighting again." Boyd said and Gordo heaved himself off the bed.
"See what you can do but take it easy. Don't need to see you boys back here." Don told them. They nodded and headed out.
It took them a while to find their tank but found it none the less. It looked like shit. Sure it could move, but it looked like shit. Boyd and Gordo groaned and Norman just looked at it. At least they wouldn't be bored. And at least he wouldn't have to clean up anyone's face.
They decided to climb in and see what damage was done inside and start checking to see what needed to be fixed. Boyd suggested they see if they could even get her going again. Gordo and Norman fired her up. Some of the controls were busted but she ran. They began working on the controls in the tank and weren't even close to being finished by the time evening fell. When it got dark they decide to stop for the night and visit the rest of their group.
"Gordo, my sick isn't shifting. Is yours?" Norman asked. Gordo checked it and found it worked ok. He dragged himself over to Normans side and checked the stick himself.
"Man, you got it jammed good. The hell you do?" He asked Norman.
"I didn't do anything." Norman said defensively.
"Relax." Gordo said as he pulled out a flashlight and checked the part where it connected to the tank. "Just messin'. It don't look like it's jammed in here. We gonna have to take it apart." Gordo told him and Norman sighed through his nose.
"Hey, Gordo!" Boyd called from his seat. "Toss me a wrench will ya?" Gordo reached into the tool box and tossed a wrench back. It hit Boyd in the ribs and he grunted. "Fuck you man. Watch where you're throwing shit." Norman tried to hide his smile but started laughing when Gordo smiled at him, pleased with his aim.
"It looks like it's getting dark." Norman noted, pointing out of his hatch at the darkening sky. "Why don't we stop for the night." He suggested.
"Sounds good." Boyd said. "Hwy don't we go make sure Jack isn't dead yet." Gordo laughed. At Boyd's suggestion.
"Man, the day that girl dies is the day hell freezes over." Gordo said as he stood and struggled to slowly climb out of the tank. Boyd pulled himself out, careful of his leg. Norman had no issue, being uninjured. They began ambling back, walking slowly for Boyd's sake.
"Hey, Bible." Norman asked as he put his hands in his pocket.
"Yeah." He acknowledged, urging Norman to ask his question.
"When we were getting ready for those SS soldiers to arrive, I saw Sergeant Collier kiss Jack. Are th-" Boyd cut Norman off and stopped walking, both he and Gordo looking at the kid with shocked faces.
"When did they kiss?" Boyd asked, sounding as if it was of extreme importance. Norman was taken aback a bit and repeated what he said. Boyd cracked a big smile and Gordo groaned. Norman looked at the two, confused.
"Pay up. Gordo!" Boyd said, sticking his hand out. Gordo swore in Spanish and smacked a full pack of cigaretes in his hand. "Ah, thank you, Machine!" Boyd said laughing, pocketing the pack.
"You guys bet on them kissing?" Norman asked, confused.
"We could tell they liked each other for like ever, man." Gordo explained defeated. "Didn't think they'd have the balls to do anything though."
"C'mon, let's go see 'em. I'm sure Grady'll want a smoke." Boyd said with a grin on his face and the two began walking again. Norman shook his head at the two but followed. They entered the medical tent, relieved to see Jack doing ok. She was sitting up and tossing a ball back and forth across the room with Grady. Don had taken her pillow and was propped up against the two pillows, reading a book.
Jack turned to look at the three who had just entered, still slightly paled and smiled brightly at them. She was about to speak when the baseball connected with her face and hit her hard. She swore loudly as her head was knocked to the side. Don looked up from his book and looked at her, eyebrows raised, as she reached on the floor, grabbed the ball and chucked it at Grady as hard as she could. It hit him in the chest hard and he grunted.
"The fuck was that for?" HE yelled. She fumed as the guys approached.
"For fucking hitting me in the face you ass hole!" She yelled back as Norman sat at the foot of her bed and Boyd went over to Grady's bed.
"You shoulda fucking caught it then!" He argued. Jack looked ready to shoot him as Gordo followed Boyd to Grady's bed.
"Just ignore him." Norman suggested with a smile. She glared at Norman and kicked him with her booted foot. He laughed and her glare slipped away to a relaxed but semi serious face.
"How you doin'? You holdin' up ok?" She asked him and Norman laughed to himself. He looked over and saw Don's look of amusement as well.
"Why you askin' him that? You're the one that's sick." Don told her. She turned to him, rolling her eyes.
"We did almost just get massacred." She said seriously. Norman laughed quietly.
"I'm ok." He assured her and she gave him a small smile. It disappeared when McMurphy entered the room.
"Jack, where the fuck is my baseball?" He asked exasperated. She just sat still. He stood at the end of her bed, hands on his hips. "Jack, where is it?" She pointed over to Grady.
"He took it. His idea." Jack said, throwing the man under the bus.
"The fuck do you mean I took it?" Grady yelled. The poor medic sighed and walked over to Grady who had the ball.
"Don't worry. I know she took it." He said as Grady gave him the ball. "How do you guys live with her?"
"She comes in handy every now and then." Boyd said with a sly smile as he took out the pack of cigarretes and began taking a few out. McMurphy left and Grady looked at Boyd confused.
"What the fuck are these for?" Grady asked quietly. Boyd didn't answer but just gave him a huge, toothy grin. Grady looked from Boyd to a partially bumbed Gordo and to Jack. "Naw, man. No way." He said, starting to laugh. Jack looked at them, slightly concerned.
"Yes, sir. I swear on the Bible." Boyd said, starting to laugh too. Grady laughed loudly and Jack turned to Norman.
"The fuck are they laughing about?" She asked and Norman fought back a laugh. She smacked his arm a few times. "The. Fuck. Did. They. Do?" She asked through her teeth before standing. "The fuck did you guys do to my seat?!" She yelled.
"Jack, get back in bed." Don said slowly, not looking up from his book.
"No! I'm fucking making sure they didn't fuck with my stuff!" She yelled and hobbled towards the exit. "where the fuck is the tank?" She called as she left. Boyd, Norman and Grady were laughing hard and even Gordo was chuckling. Boyd cleared his throat as Don stared them down and they tried to stop laughing. It was a challenge.
"What did you boys do to her seat this time?" He asked, dropping his book to the bed.
"We didn't do anything, Top. We just had a friendly bet goin' on is all." Boyd explained, trying not to laugh. Norman noticed Don's hint of a smile as he nodded at Bible and picked up his book again. Don had an idea of which bet they were talking about. He heard them make the bet a while ago, unknown to them.
"Where the fuck did she go?" McMurphy asked, seeing her empty cot.
"She went to the tank. We tried to stop her, but she just didn't listen." Boyd told him, feigning innocence. Norman snorted and the medic set his stuff on her cot and ran out of the tent, muttering something about murdering her. They saw him return, dragging her by her coat. She stumbled as she walked and he forced her on the bed. "Jack, I swear, if I catch you off this fucking cot again, I'll chain you to it." He threatened and Jack rolled her eyes. He went about checking her leg and gave her some medicine to take. When he left again Don spoke to her.
"Told you to stay." He said, not looking up from his book.
"Fuck you, War Daddy." She grumbled, laying down. "Give me back my fucking pillow." She demanded.
"No." Was his only response and she grumbled, pulling the blanket over her head and going to sleep. She was asleep in minutes, the infection had taken a toll on her. She almost regretted getting up and walking around.
Here you guys go, just them healing. I figured someone had to get blood poisoning so why not Jack.