Hello again everyone! I'm back a little earlier this time! I had actually planned to get this out about a day or two earlier, but I wanted to put some more thought into this chapter so I could publish something I'm proud of (which I did). I hope you guys like this one because I actually really, really enjoyed writing this one! I kid you not that I spaced out a little and started to think I was in Vietnam and in the hospital ward or on the battlefield alongside Justin. Yeah, I got a little too into this chapter (which I honestly don't think is a bad thing) and nearly cried a little. Anyway, you don't care about me! I'm gonna hush, well, for now.

Review Responses!

WheresDaBeef: Haha, I think everyone else went ahead and guessed for you so you can't be in the blame if someone got spoiled, yay! Haha :) And don't you dare apologize for excitement! I love excitement! It gets me excited to write more for you to be excited about! Lol :D Also, thank you! Is it okay to say I'm a little proud of that? I wish that chapter came out better, though...Anyway, thank you for reviewing! You (along with everyone else) just really make my week!

USMC Girl: First off, I gotta let you know how excited I am to see you here in my reviews! I absolutely love your story, Make Me Whole, so I had a moment to fangirl when you actually liked mine and said nice things about it! lol :D Sadly, I'm gonna be mean and make you wait, though! Mwhahahhaa...errr...*clears throat* But, yeah, uh, thanks for reviewing and...stuff...Teehee :D (Did I just seriously "teehee?" *shakes head*

Guest: Well, hello! I love seeing guests! Although, you may or may not be an actual guest but have been here before...Haha, either, thank you so much for reviewing! Hope to see you again "guest" lol :)

Prettyprincess45: Hello! I'm glad you liked it! It's always a joy to see you pop up in my alerts, please don't stop...haha. I'm so pathetic when it comes to reivews :P

Type 47 (Guest): Well, thank you for reviewing! Thank you for taking the time and reviewing! It really means a lot to me, seriously! I like to hear from you and everyone else even if it's just one word. Let's me know that people want to read :) Anyway, thanks again for reviewing!

January 21, 1968

Khe Sanh

Jesselynn Thorne

"Keep pressure on him! Harder!"

"Get busy or get out of the way!"

"Adams, another blood bag, stat!"

Jesselynn found herself fumbling with armfuls of IV bags as she rushed around the facility, replacing IVs of the patients she was assigned to. There was so much blood on the floor that her white sneakers donned a completely new color as she failed in evading the puddles and streaks of blood. She could smell an awful stench of burning, human flesh and some moaned in agony around her. It had never been this serious before and she could feel her limbs and body trembling from the stress of it all.

The NVA had attacked them and attacked hard. Dozens of men were being air-lifted every second and the body count was getting higher and higher. She feared that there wouldn't be enough room for them all as she examined the busy hospital. She hadn't seen or heard from Roxanne in hours for everyone was literally running around the ward and the voices of dozens of doctors and nurses blended together in a composition of pure chaos.

She started to think about that morning just before the chaos poured upon them mercilessly. There were new recruits that had piled in and, now, Jesselynn felt nothing but pity for them. They had no warning of the chaos they were walking into. The second their feet were on solid ground they were pulled into an infirmary. Many were so young, just barely out of their teenage years, and were forced into a different kind of war.

From the warm blood underneath her feet and the roughness of a frantic ward, Jesselynn slipped, dropped her armful of IV bags on the cold ground underneath her, and immediately flailed to find something to catch her fall. Some of the bags busted and she felt like crying right there. Everyone continued to rush around her and she knew that if she stayed down any longer she was sure to be informed of her mistakes.

She rushed to her feet, gathered the remaining bags, and quickly set up IVs where needed. She felt so overwhelmed from it all. She had never been in this kind of situation before. She had been in procedures for bullet wounds and traumatic car crashes, but that was nothing compared to this hell she had volunteered for. Her thoughts never changed but only grew darker as other soldiers rushed another gurney in with a bloodied body. Her heart dropped to her stomach and her blood ran cold when she saw the man's left leg barely hanging on to his body by a single tendon. She shivered and forced herself to move on.

"Thorne! Get over here!"

Jesselynn jumped at the booming voice that echoed through the room screaming her name. The ward, at times, used to be rather quiet with just the sound of the random man coughing or calling out for someone as their machines beeped lazily. Now, it was completely different. Footsteps thundered around her and forceful voices strained to be heard over the others as they barked commands at one another or whoever would listen to them.

A new series of noises was introduced amongst the facility. Well, at least, new to her. The piercing, shrill scream of pain and terror from a poor, burnt, little Vietnamese child made her ears ring and she just wanted it all to stop there. There were two nurses and a doctor right by her side trying to comfort her and help her in some way, but it was nearly impossible to lessen the pain the little girl was in. Her entire back was terrifying shade of red and black and she was sure she had heard the girl's skin sizzle and hiss when someone tried to clean her back. Jesselynn's heart ached to hear, but she didn't dare go over and try to assist in any way.

One, she wasn't even assigned to the little patient or called over. Second, if her present doctor wasn't helping her what good would she be? Jesselynn physically shook her head to clear it of all the boggling, cloudy thoughts that ricocheted throughout her mind. She didn't have time to act like this and neither did the soldiers that were being carried in relentlessly. If she didn't swallow this fear and panic back then she would be risking these men's lives. That was something she knew was absolutely forbidden.

She remembered someone calling her name and followed the sound of her name booming from the back of the ward. Her heart pumped rapidly with fear and panic as she saw the man that the nurses had to nearly throw their entire bodies on him just to keep him sturdy and on the uncomfortable cot he was sprawled against. Her eyes immediately shot to the man's head where heaps of cloth was wrapped around it. She automatically guessed a severe head injury. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as one nurse pulled back against the cloth to check on the man's wound once again.

One side of this man's face was tore off and she could see what must've been his cheekbone threatening to pierce the burned, remaining skin on that side of his face. Without even thinking, a hand flew to her mouth and covered it as a gasp threatened to escape. She couldn't make a noise. With the one eye that he could still use, the man struggled to look up at her. His eyelid flickered and he grunted from the strain that one simple action was putting on him.

"Jesselynn! Pay attention!" A deep, threatening voice barked behind her. She knew it must've been his doctor and by the tone, he was disappointed in her reactions. She couldn't blame him, so was she.

Jesselynn spun around as her other hand flew to her chest. The man glared down at her and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her to the side. "You need to get your shit together! You standing around here and gawking at everyone is costing us everything. You need get alert or get out of the way. You're a senior nurse, right? Start acting like it!" He hissed so it was only audible between the two of them.

Jesselynn trembled and gulped. He was right. She had been here years more than what the others had. She and Roxanne had been one of the first units to land here. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing right now, but Jesselynn was sure that Roxanne was doing a million times better than what she was doing now. She always seemed more calm and collectable than every nurse here combined.

Someone rushed by her and bumped into her shoulder roughly, not even bothering to mutter an apology. The Vietnamese child continued to shriek and now someone had lifted a wailing, Vietnamese woman in. She had no idea what she was saying and Jesselynn began to worry about the language diversity in the ward. Jesselynn's hands shook by her side and she felt like someone had poured gasoline through her body and threw a match, yet she could feel her hands and they were ice cold. She felt weak and sick by everything that was happening, but she couldn't give up or step outside for a minute. These men were counting on her for far more than just healing them.

There was no time for her to recover from the shock she knew her body was in. The other nurses easily masked their true emotions as they squeezed a bloody hand for support or just told them that they were in capable hands. Their expressions were sober and emotionless, but she wondered if they felt the same waves that threatened to drown her. Surely, she wasn't the only feeling this way, right? Oh, how she wished Roxanne was here now! Or even Justin.

Justin! Where was he? She hadn't seen him in days and he was, undoubtedly, thrown in the mix of this. She tried to trace her memory of all the men she had seen today in the ward and none of them matched the natural image she kept in her memory of her brother. Then again, some were so maimed or burned that they were unrecognizable. There was one man who Jesselynn couldn't decipher if he was one of their troops or just a Vietnamese bystander.

As these battered men came to mind, all she could think about was Justin. What if the one she had gasped at was her brother? What if he was the one that stepped on the mine that nearly blew one man's lower leg off? Where was he? Was he okay? Was he safe? Her breath was shallow as she clutched her skull.

"C'mon, Jesse…Get it together…Frank's got him….Right? He promised! Well, sorta…Oh, Justin, where are you?!" Jesselynn screamed in her head as she tried to control the emotions that threatened to crush her.

"Thorne! Please, come here and put pressure on this wound! Now!" A new voice screamed for her and she instantly recognized it. It was Amelia. Amelia was one that she had travelled with, along with Roxanne. She was a good woman and was just as optimistic as Roxanne was.

Jesselynn took a deep breath and rushed to her side. She had to stop this and straighten herself out. Even if Justin had to be transported here, what good would she be if she acted like she was now or worse? She knew what she'd do if she kept panicking like she did if her brother was sent here as a patient.

If she kept malfunctioning and threatened to break down, she'd end up killing her brother.

"Justin! C'mon, brother!" Frank called from the end of the ditch and Justin pushed his legs to move faster.

Sweat already pooled in the crevices of his skin and the dirt and ash that furiously whirled around him mixed into the salty liquid. His heart pounded against his ribs and he listened to the sound of explosions, men screaming, and gun fire around him. At the moment, he couldn't tell the sounds of battle apart from the booming of missiles and mortars that threatened to attack him and tear him apart should he slow down by the smallest amount.

Justin watched Alex let Hudson's body gradually unfold itself and placed him on the ground. Justin kept pushing to find Woods as Alex checked on Hudson. He was supposed to keep close to Woods and his squad, but he didn't seem to be doing a good job so far.

As he ran through the underground shelter, he saw men clear the debris that reigned down upon him during the bombing run and helped move injured men. He immediately thought of Roxanne and his sister and what they could have possibly been going through at this moment. He didn't have to be told that there was countless men being airlifted or carried to hospital wards from the brutal, sudden attack they encountered.

He quickly veered off from the thought of his sister and Roxanne for he knew that he would begin to worry should he. He didn't have time to worry about them right now and it would cost him if he had his head out of the game, so to speak. Justin forced those thoughts from his mind as he exited the shelter and pushed through the trenches with the others.

Once again, the sound of battle pierced his ears and he took a split second to take everything in. Dust and ash were kicked up from departing helicopters or from heavy machinery that threatened to plow them down should they make the wrong step. The sky was looked the color of rust and the sun beat down on him mercilessly. He could hear the sound of Vietnamese calling orders to each other in their native tongue as they pushed through and attacked them head on. Some even jumped from the opening of the trenches and pounced on soldiers that ran by. He couldn't but think how Woods and the men were right about the NVA. If they ever made a direct attack, it would be brutal.

The next second, he forced himself into battle. He didn't take what he was doing into much thought, yet he knew what moves he was making and what decisions were rushing through his mind. Most importantly, he had to stay close to Woods and the others if he wanted to make it through this, but he also had to fight for his safety as well. He cradled his gun in uneasy arms as he began to recklessly spray bullets, praying that one would hit someone other than his own men. He needed to go through training again, whenever he possibly could now. He had no idea if things were ever going to be as they were.

He gulped as they battled through the trenches and the NVA pushed for higher ground as they battled from the hillside. Justin was now a step behind Woods and Hudson as they ran under a bridge. Justin could have sworn that he heard a hollow 'thud' behind him, but he pushed that out of his mind as he flinched when a shadow bounced just above him.

"On the ladder!" Hudson shouted as both he and Woods immediately aimed for the NVA soldiers that were laying down ladders as makeshift bridges to enter the base.

Justin cursed himself for being slow and followed their lead. He wasn't absolutely sure if actually brought any injuries to the men above him, but they crashed into the compact ground beside him with blood pouring from fresh, bullet wounds. He paid no mind, stepped over them, and continued to push ahead as Mason jogged past him.

As they pushed through the trenches, Justin's breath hitched in the back of his throat. About a dozen or more suddenly turned a corner and was heading straight for them. He panicked and stood there for a second longer than what Woods was obviously pleased with. He cursed himself, verbally this time, when he felt the older man grab him by the elbow and bodily threw him out of the danger zone.

"Justin, get your head outta your ass and wake the fuck up!" He hissed at him as he extended a hand and forced him back onto his feet. Justin looked into his eyes for a moment and was surprised that there was genuine concern hidden there. His expression showed anger and annoyance, yet his eyes showed the complete opposite. Justin couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the bond they were forming over the years, or the obvious truth that his sister trusted the man with Justin's well-being. He scoffed at himself when he couldn't help but feel a little jealous if it was the latter.

Now wasn't the time for jokes or deciphering what his commander thought of him. There were more important things happening around him and here he was thinking how humorous something completely childish would be. He took a deep breath as he reached out, placed his palms on the dirt beneath him, and pushed himself up and back into the action.

At that moment, he was happy that he had always been swift and light on his feet for he easily caught up with his commander and comrades when they took a right turn to avoid another incoming "herd" of NVA soldiers. Though, that didn't stop them from pushing forward. From the lips of the trenches, NVA fired down upon them and some chased them below in the trenches.

Justin brought his gun closer to get a better grip and the hopes of a better shot and returned fire. Random NVA gradually collapsed with their final breaths. Woods shouted at and mocked them as Hudson unarmed one and began to brutally beat the man to death. Well, he was unconscious, but Justin thought that there wasn't much of a difference now. As long as they weren't attacking him, he didn't care about their condition.

Jogging alongside him, Justin patted Hudson on the shoulder to silently ask if he wasn't harmed and then silently congratulating that he wasn't. He chuckled at Woods' obvious displeasure with his friendliness. He wasn't necessarily sold that Woods was completely heartless as he wanted people to believe. He kept him and other "fresh meat" around, didn't he?

His reminiscence was dismissed immediately when they turned another corner and found a sight that made Justin nauseous. One NVA soldiers stood at the lip of the trench and aimed at the Marines that had come through. A flamethrower was his attachment and he began to mercilessly reign down fire upon them. Their screams of agony and torture rang in his ears and whatever sympathy he had for the enemy –if there was any in him—disappeared and was replaced with hate.

Mason immediately went to action and took down the soldier responsible for causing the Marines this torture. Justin heard a faint moan and rushed the soldier's side as the rest of his team moved forward.

He didn't know the man's name and couldn't exactly find a distinguishing feature, but he knew it had been one fellow "fresh meat" that he had arrived with. It was obvious by the strip of floral cloth wrapped around his helmet, though it wasn't as bright and fresh as it had been on his first day. He remembered the man, Austin, telling him that it was a piece of scrap material that his fiancée used to make the dress she was wearing when he proposed to her. Some mocked him for the feminine feature, but he didn't care. It was precious to him for it was the only thing that was keeping him tied to who he once was and what he had waiting for him at home.

Austin muttered something incoherently as Justin dug into one of his pockets and pulled out a marker he had kept on him for years. He had heard of someone writing vitals or other important medical information of wounded soldiers so they could be better treated and was determined to do that at least once during his military career. He was in a dangerous spot and was undoubtedly risking his own life as he was bent over and examining Austin's body for an area of skin he could actually write on.

Austin continued his incoherent babblings as Justin discovered the underside of his forearm in the same dirty, but unwounded shape as he had last seen him. He could hear someone call for a medic once they realized what Justin was doing and he knew that he had to hurry and get everything written out while he still could.

Justin scribbled down all the medical information of the man he knew and added something extra as a fellow soldier rushed in and pushed Justin back. He grinned as he crawled for his gun, shoved the marker back into his pocket, and was, immediately, in a sprint to catch up with his little squad.

Jesselynn was still applying pressure to a wound when a new batch of injured men came through. Everyone was scrambling around trying to treat everyone and, in the midst of the chaos, Jesselynn was beginning to feel a sense of ease. She couldn't explain it, but as she stood there with one hand pressed firmly against a man's shoulder and the other with a rag grasped softly and wiped against the same man's sweaty, dirty, and bloody forehead, it felt right.

This was what she had signed up for and it was finally happening. She was here to help the soldiers during this time of need and now there were loads of them coming through her ward. Even the calls and warnings of other nurses and doctors didn't bother her. Yet, the Vietnamese infant still continued to give her chills. It had been an hour later and she still wailed bloody murder. She prayed that something would be done for her to relieve her pain.

"Hey…Did it hurt…when you fell from Heaven?"

Jesselynn's shoulders slumped, rolled her eyes, and tried to hide the grin that was forcing its way through. The man she was taking care of had been attempting to get her to respond to his methods of flirtation for nearly an hour now. She wasn't necessarily annoyed by them, but she was surprised by his determination.

"Of all the pick-up lines, you had to go with the most over-used, cliché one of them all?" She finally responded to the raspy voice as she wringed her rag, dunked it in the little bowl of water beside her, and placed it back on his forehead.

The man just chuckled though the pain from his wounded shoulder ran through his entire body. He grunted as he grew tense underneath her hand. He had had emergency surgery hours before and had been making use of the time he had away from the battlefield. Now, she dropped her rag and relieved some of the pressure against his shoulder. Her, now, free hand tried to soothe him as she stroked his jawline and muttered soft words of reassurance.

"Got ya to speak, didn't I?" He said through a forced, rasped chuckle. He gestured towards her hand that paused and was cupped at his jaw. She scoffed as he winked at her and she went back to washing the dirt and sweat from his face.

"Okay, okay, you win. Happy?" She suggested through a warm grin as she began to notice his features. After scrubbing some of the muck from his face, there was no denying that he was a very attractive young man. Big, warm chocolate brown eyes peered up at her and she could see the traces of freckles across his nose that must've been from recent sunburn. His lips were thin, but had fullness about them that she couldn't exactly explain. His jaw was chiseled and dark, long lashes framed his eyes. Of course, through training, he had exercised a strong, muscular frame. She was sure that her friends from the hospital she used to work with would just fawn over him and her heart ached to think of it.

"Not until you agree with me. You know you like me!" He whispered teasingly as he weakly pointed up at her with his good arm.

Now, it was Jesselynn's turn to chuckle at him. A fellow nurse had described him as annoying and flirtatious, but Jesselynn found it easy to be in his presence. He was optimistic and everything he said was light and filled with humor. Admittedly, he was probably the only thing keeping her from panicking at this moment. Ironic, that was supposed to create that atmosphere for him.

The man laughed and pumped a fist, carefully, as he delighted in his victory. "Yes! She laughs!" He bellowed so loud that others peeked over their shoulders to see what the two were doing and talking about.

"Okay, no need to get a big head out of it. And it wasn't a laugh; it was a chuckle. No, more like a giggle." She corrected him playfully as she lifted her hands from his face and prepared to check on his wound.

The man followed her movements with his eyes and admired the way she was handling everything. When they first started talking, she commanded him to tell her something about his life back home in hopes of easing any discomfort he had. It didn't take a genius to see the panic on her face and the terror that gleamed in her eyes. So, he took control and found a way to switch roles without being so forward about it. After a while, he had made it his mission to make her laugh and he used all means necessary to accomplish that goal.

She sighed contently as she placed a hand against the wrapping around his shoulder. He automatically pushed her hands away from him and placed his own hand over it, though it was uncomfortable.

Jesselynn's eyes widened and she tried to pry his hand away from his wound, but he was much stronger than her. "Quit! You're gonna hurt yourself! Ugh, will you just let me examine your wound?" She demanded in slight aggravation; it was more shock than aggravation, really.

He pulled his best poker face and looked her straight in the eye. "No, not until you accept my offer!" He countered in the same commanding tone.

Jesselynn sighed again –and not in contentment this time—as her hands fell into her lap and she leaned back in her chair. "You're being absolutely ridiculous, you know that? I told you a million times that I don't drink alcohol." She protested as she frowned at him.

"Well, then we could get something to eat!" He suggested in a more hopeful tone at the thought of trying other activities since she only denied one.

"I don't like Vietnamese food."

"Then we can eat here, simple."

"No offense, but I prefer to eat alone. It's the only time I can actually get any paperwork done."

He threw one arm in the air in protest and groaned. "You know, you are the most stubborn girl I've ever met…..I like you." He said with a sly grin, anticipating her reaction.

This time, she literally laughed. It was a chuckle or giggle as she had called it early, but a full, hearty laugh. Her shoulders shook and she could feel the tension in her stomach as she was losing air. Even though they had just argued and she had refused to go out with him he still managed to keep things light. As though he hadn't been serious the dozens of times he made a proposal of dating.

Jesselynn sighed out the remainder of her laughing fit and as she sunk lower into her chair and looked at him with a warm, shining smile. "You are ridiculous….But, I'm not going out with you."

The man laughed now as he placed an arm against his collarbone and shoulder in hopes of numbing the pain that he was trying to hide. "How 'bout this. The guys and other nurses do these weekly parties and usually go out into town or something. You go with me –and before you interrupt—you won't have to drink with the others or eat what they're eating. Now, you're welcome to dance or whatever, but I could buy you a pop and we could just, y'know, talk. Oh, and if you say yes, I'll be a good boy and be cooperative." He offered with a sly smile and a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes.

Jesselynn arched a brow, crossed her arms, and considered his offer. She had to admit that she was tempted to join the others on these parties that she heard so highly about. Roxanne even went once and talked about the fun time she had. She had claimed that it was nearly like being back home and hanging out with old friends. She did come back a little more "settled" than the rest that stayed behind.

She also had to think about his condition. She had no idea how he was recovering and she desperately needed to check his wound to make sure that everything was alright. She was sure that she should have forced her way to his arm and peeled back the wrapping, but that would've brought pain to him and that was a sin to do, in her book.

She looked down into the man's twinkling eyes and his pouting lip and giggled. She hated herself for thinking about Marcus and how he had used the same method when they first met. He was persistent in wooing her and calling her his own and she had thought it sweet. That sweetness quickly turned to sour the second they were really serious. Yet, she knew she couldn't think of that in all men. Though he proclaimed to be a womanizer and had a great past with women, he was humble about his experiences by telling his tales of mistakes and how many of those great dates ended in disaster on his part. She did like him and if she didn't feel like getting in a serious relationship with him, she felt that they could have a close friendship. She prayed she was making the right decision.

"Okay, okay! I'll go with you! We'll have a pop and talk, but that's all we're doing! If you try anything, I will scream." She finally complied as she threw her arms in the air and smiled.

The man bellowed again victoriously and now there was an echoing laughter around the room from the others that had been eavesdropping on their conversation. One of his comrades called for his attention and mouthed something humorous to him that she had been able to read. He chuckled and turned back to her. Before she could start to peel back his wrapping, he reached up and grabbed one of her hands.

"Hey, thank you. I promise I won't do anything. Like you said, we'll drink a pop and talk. No more, no less." He said in a somber, yet hopeful tone.

Jesselynn looked down at him and smiled. Using her other hand, she patted his and grinned warmly. "Yeah, I know."

After that, they were silent –save for his grunts of discomfort and her apologies—throughout the rest of her brief examination. She had noticed something a little peculiar in his recovery process and was going to have to talk to his main doctor about that.

Now that she was finished and finally got the examination of out the way, she began to gather her few things and stood to leave until she felt a hand leap out and grab her wrist.

She turned back around to see his face contort in pain that he swallowed back as his hands slid down her arm and wound itself in her palm. "We never officially met. I'm Kaden. Private Kaden Lance." He introduced with a friendly smile.

She grinned and squeezed his hand since she didn't want to risk him anymore pain by trying to shake it. "I'm Jesselynn Thorne."

He grinned hearing her name and held his hand in hers for a moment. "Jesselynn, I like it. Pretty name for a pretty face." He flirted jokingly with an over exaggerated, confident expression.

She just giggled and rolled her eyes. "Back to cliché, huh?" He just chuckled at her response and slipped his hand from hers.

"Hey, Thorne! Come here!"

Jesselynn gave him a parting smile, turned, and sprinted in the direction she had last heard her name. This time, it came from a fellow nurse who stood at a burn-victim's bedside. She was by herself and was examining a young man's arm with a smile spreading across her face.

Jesselynn slowed her pace a little when she noticed that man appeared to be fine, well as fine as he could possibly be, and had already been treated for second-degree burns across his chest and left arm. She was puzzled that this woman had needed assistance as she slowed to a walk and stopped at her side.

"What's wrong? He's resting now, right?" She asked as she brushed back the wild strands of hair that had been knocked out of place from the activities of that day. She jokingly thought that she was going to have to consult with the other women about borrowing a can of hairspray just to keep her hair in place throughout the day.

The woman said nothing but grinned up at her, placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, then pointed her to a certain area on the man's arm.

She squinted slightly to get a better look at the scribbled hand writing written under the man's forearm and cocked her head as she followed the handwriting. The soldier's name was Austin Hayes and showed what one of his allergies was. The rest was brushed aside when the woman averted her attention to what was written just under that.

"I'm fine. Don't worry or panic about me. Taking care of my own right now —Bubbie."

So, how do you guys feel about this one? Was it good? Bad? Eh? I really hope you guys liked it and I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Oh, I have a request before I do the normal CQ this time around. Would you guys be willing spare some time and throw some ideas at me at any time. Mostly when it comes to Justin and Roxanne. I have some ideas for them, but I feel like you guys must have something awesome in those wonderful minds of yours! I would so love to hear them and get a different take on their blossoming relationship through your eyes! And, if you don't have an idea, I'm always happy with songs. Music really helps me write and boosts me to write emotional chapters or action chapters. My well of awesome music is starting to come up dry and I'm willing to try new genres of music if that's what it takes!

So, if you guys have any ideas or songs that you're just dying to share or something that reminds you of a certain character, or characters, or just the story in general, please do share! You can either do it through review or you can message, I don't care either way. Also, if you don't have anything, I won't be offended. Sometimes, I come short in helping other people with ideas. Just ask my friend, Hailey, I'm sure she must want to punch me sometimes lol...

Creative Question: Is this chapter, it looks like Jesselynn got a bit of a love interest that isn't Mr. Woods...Hmmm, what do you guys think will happen between these two and how this "talk" will go?

Okay, I think that's enough of me for one day. Please, do review and respond in any way you can. It would mean a lot to me. If you can't or don't have anything to give me (man, I feel so pathetic and selfish writing that...) that's totally fine! It doesn't hurt to ask for help, right? Anyway, thanks again for all you do and for all the support!

Take care and Happy Late Father's Day to all the dads of the world! :D