FREE! FINALLY! Well here you go. The next chapter. I also wrote a mini story on Soap while I was supposed to be studying for my exams (O.o) so I will up load that sometime in the future. Sorry it took so long to update. Finished my exams and then had writers block. Ah the story of my life. Just for some useless but cool information! If you want to find out the location of Soap and Price when they get to Shepherd's base camp (AKA Site Hotel Bravo) go onto Google maps and type in 31.974808,67.254524 . You can even compare it to the briefing for 'Just Like Old Times'. Yes I am that sad that I spent hours on Google Earth to find their location. AND I can tell you that the exact time it takes the trio to get from there to their safe place (as planned by me!) is 34 mins flight time! HA! God I'm sad….. Anyway! Next chapter! ENJOYYYY!

Chapter 6:Médecins Sans Frontières

Bleep…. Bleep

The irritating electronic noise crashed through my consciousness. A distant murmur of incoherent voices echoed in my ears. I could hear every breath I took, filling and emptying, like the sea would a long forgotten shell. Everything felt so unreal. The spinning of my head, the gentle wash of voices. Breathe.

Bleep…. Bleep

Faint wisps of thought passed through my mind, barely acknowledged before they were gone and forgotten. My limbs felt like lead weights and everywhere ached. It was just a constant wash of pain through my body.

Someone close by whispered, "How much longer?" The voice sounded oddly familiar. It was low, gravely and richly accented.

"He should be awake in an hour or so," came a hushed reply.

Bleep… Bleep

The obnoxious repetitive noise was beginning to annoy me. A machine whirred to life near by. The sharp click of high heels on a stone floor. Breathe.

The pain was intensifying with every second that passed. I gasped in lungfuls of stuffy, humid air like a fish struggling to breathe. It was worse than anything I had ever experienced before. I swear to god I was burning, from the inside out. Please let me die. I could have screamed, but instead a whimper passes through my lips. It sounds pathetic, even to me.

"NURSE!" a voice yelled out.

I barely acknowledged the sounds of running footsteps. I was hyperventilating now. Every part of me was drenched in ripping, scorching agony. Let me die, let me die, let me die.

"Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" calls out a voice, so high and clear, you could have bottled it. Everywhere hurt. I can't even find my own tongue to answer them. Pain lashed through me, making me dizzy. A warm hand closed snugly into my open palm, which was covered in sweat.

"If you can hear me, squeeze my hand," said the voice. The only thing that seemed real was the pain. I squeezed the hand in response. Dizziness caused saliva to flood my mouth. Oh god I was going to vomit.

Something pressed over my mouth. It dug into my skin with enough force to leave faint pink marks behind. Instant relief washed over me and my breathing eased. The dizziness also started to fade. Even the pain was starting to fade, dripping away like melting ice in spring.

Tentatively, I opened my eyes, squinting though the bright white lights that flooded my vision. Everything was out of focus and hazy. Silhouettes bustled around me, fiddling with little machines and tubes.

Where the hell am I?

"Roach?"

I turned my head to a figure on my right. His eyes were red and bagged making him look double the age that I knew he was. His hair was grey speckled brown with a shiny bald spot in the center. His face was a mess of white sticky bandages and purple bruises.

"Price?" My voice was horse and muffled. Instinctively I reached to my mouth and removed an oxygen mask. "Where the hell am I?"

Price's eyes crinkled with a rare smile. "You're at MSF in Quetta," he chuckled, "You gave us one hell of a fright Roach. We thought we were going to lose you for a while there."

The MSF? This must have been what Nikolai was talking about. He must have done this sort of thing before, I thought. MSF, or Médecins Sans Frontières was a medical organization, which helped people regardless of race, creed or gender and is independent from any government. If there is a country where health structures are in short supply, Médecins Sans Frontières will often provide assistance. They were frequently situated near war zones to aid soldiers and refugees. I turned to look at the Captain. His face looked worn, worry lines stretching across his forehead.

With a jolt, I sat up, realization dawning on me. "What about Ghost? And Soap? Are they alright?" I asked in a panicked voice. Price instantly wrestled me back to my pillow.

"Are you daft boy? Didn't you hear me before? You almost died 2 days ago! Lay back down or you'll pull your stitches!"

I just continued to stare at Price, my eyes wide, searching his wrinkled face for some answers. Price just sighed and stared intently into my eyes.

"They're fine Roach! Soap has been conscious for a day and Ghost is still recovering from the anesthetic. You all had a close brush with death." Price's voice began to rise above the hushed chatter of the room. "Hell! Kamarov's men had to pump 2 litres of blood into you! That's a hell of a lot of blood Roach. How you managed to stay conscious to talk to me over the radio, I don't know!" The room had fallen silent and many patients and nurses turned to watch Price as his voice climbed to a yell. "If Ghost had been shot any closer to the left he'd be dead now. And Soap was just lucky we were as close to a hospital as we were." Price's face was flushed red with anger, his grey eyes sparkling with tears. "It's a bloody miracle you all survived. And it is bloody well my fault you almost died!" His voice cracked and he bent over, holding his head in agitation.

I just stared at him, dumbfounded. I had never seen Price lose control before and it scared the hell out of me. Pity welled up inside me and I reached out to him, tubes tugging on my arm. I felt uneasy, like a child watching a parent cry. Gingerly I placed my hand on the back of his head to soothe him. I half expected him to grab my hand and push it away. Instead he remained perfectly still, his face buried into the palms of his hands. I stayed silent, listening to the regular beeping of my heart monitor.

I knew he wasn't angry with me. He had just been terrified that he may lose his team, like he had 5 years ago. Being frightened for days on end just made you angry. Every soldier knew that. We had lived almost every waking hour scared for our lives.

At long last, Price raised his head and looked up at me. I gave him a small smile of reassurance, letting my hand slide off his head and come to a rest under the warmth of the blankets that surrounded me.

"You should go to sleep Price. You look like hell," I said quietly. My eyelids were starting to droop as morphine coursed through my body, making me dozy.

"Sorry Roach. I shouldn't have yelled," murmured Price. He reminded me of a school boy when he's been caught doing something naughty. I could have laughed at the expression but the hazy numbness of the morphine was starting to overwhelm me.

"T's Ok" I muttered thickly. My eyelids drooped. I heard Price chuckle and his chair creak as he stood up. Rough calloused hands placed the oxygen mask back over my mouth and stretched the attached elastic strip around my head.

"I'll see you when you wake up Roach."

"Yes sir," I replied groggily, my voice muffled by the mask.

Right! Next chapter should be good cause Roach should have his wits about him! Finally I can develop a bit more of his character! WOOOOO! Anyway! It's been a while since I've been writing (as you know) so if it wasn't as good as it usually is then I apologize and I should get better again soon! If you enjoyed it then GREAT! As usual, review PLEASE! AND A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAVE REVIEWED THE STORY SO FAR! Sorry that this chapter has been so LATE!

OH! And just another few fun facts. Quetta is actually in Pakistan and is 83km away from Site Hotel Bravo. A little bird helicopter (the helicopter Nikolai saves Soap and Price in) can cruise at a speed of 250km per hour. Roach and Ghost were shot with a full metal jacket bullet, thus causing less mushrooming effect and increasing their chance of survival. It just missed Ghost's right lung and subclavian artery. And Roach's abdominal aorta was just missed but unfortunately some of his intestines got damaged. BUT muscle wasn't particularly damaged so they stayed intact. The Human body has 4-6 litres of blood in it and Roach lost 30-40% of it. Which means he was a Class 3 hemorrhage, which is BAD! But he got a blood transfusion so YAY! Maybe I'm taking this a bit too seriously. Pfft! I don't care!