Jaz POV
I open my eyes but all I see is black, and warmth is radiating from my right hand, but I push that to the back of my mind and try to figure out where I am, and what is going on. The last thing I remember was it was the middle of the day and we were heading to exfil. There was someone to my right asleep leaning against the table, I try to sit up, but suddenly there is a blinding white-hot pain in me right shoulder, I bit my lip trying not to cry out. Though I must not have been that quite because the person next to me is starting to walk up. And I realize the warmth on my hand is from the other persons' hand being wrapped around my wrist. I feel panicky rising up at bring held down, and just then the light from the moon hits their face. And I realize it not just some person but it Top. When I see him my heart beat slows down, and I relaxed, for all of a second before I start to panic even worse then before what ever happened it not just me who's in trouble but it's also Top and possibly the rest of my team. And just before I totally lost it, Top sits up.
"Jaz your fine we are in a safe house, and you were shot in the shoulder." When he tells me that the pain I felt before come back to the fore front of my mind and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Hearing him take starts to make me fell better knowing that at least everyone is safe for now. "I know you shoulder hurts the bullet ripped up your shoulder pretty good, but I need to know if you can move it." He almost looks sad for making me try.
I work to lift my arm and I can get it a little, but the pain is killer, but I have to work through it. I can see in Top's face trying to figure out how we are going to get out of here when he doesn't thing I can shoot "Don't worry Top I'll still be able to hold my gun I know I can"
"That the problem I know you would but by doing so you could kill your arm. You will just have to make do with your side arm." I so want to argue with him, but I know it's no good.
Just the McG walks in "Top it's your watch I get Jaz check out and stay with her." Top gives a small node and grabs his gun which had been leaning against the table and walked out. McG turns on the lamp next to me on the lowest setting just to give enough light to see but not enough to let anyone know that there are people in here. "Alright, so you are gona cut whatever crape you were giving Top and tell me the truth, got it?"
"Ya, all right" knowing that there is no way to really lie to him about this he's treated me in the field enough to know if I'm being real about the pain I'm in.
I lay back and let him work. He pulls back the bandage on my shoulder, I wasn't expecting the that much pain when he touched my shoulder, so I couldn't stay completely quiet. The look on McG's face said it all but before he could do anything Top comes rushing back in. no one says anything, but we don't have to, the look on everyone's face says it all. There was something seriously wrong with my shoulder.
"OK Jaz I'm gona give you a shot of morphine because I need to know what's going on, and Top I'm probably going to need your help can you get Preach or Amir to take over watch." Top just gave a nod before walking back out of the room to go walk up one of the other guys. Without giving any warning McG gives me the morphine. "OK it should start working in a few minutes have a nice nap." He just keeps smiling at me while the words starts to fade.
Top POV
McG is standing by Jaz's left shoulder when I come back into the room. And she's out cold "so the morphine has taken effected what do you need me to do?"
"I'm gona need you to come over and shine your flashing at her shoulder, I'm gona have to take out the stiches and figure out what is wrong, because we both know she can handle a lot of pain without making a noise and as long as the morphine stays in her system we shouldn't have a problem but there is a chance you are gona have to holder her down."
I walk over to my pack and grab my light before walking over next to McG and turning it on. I know the only way I'm going to get through this is if I just don't pay attention to what he is doing and just focus on Jaz.
After half an hour of McG going through her shoulder, he stops. "Fucking bloody hell," I look over at McG who only ever swears when shit really hits the fan when he is in medic mode. And I know that want ever is wrong is seriously bad.
"McG talk to me what the hell is wrong?" trying to keep my voice even to not show him how panicked I'm getting.
"Well we have three problems. First when the bullet when in it chipped the bone. And that bone is somewhere in her muscle. And when it hit her shoulder it dislocated it." I look over at McG and he isn't looking so good.
"Ok McG what's next we can't just leave it like this."
"We have to Top I can't pull the bone chip out here we need a real hospital with real equipment. And I can't reset her shoulder with the chip in there it will just cause more damage."
"Ok then what do we do"
"we have to stick her up and get her to a hospital and soon, I'll get her cleaned up you go call Command and figure something out."
Jaz POV
The next time I wake up everyone is in the main room of the house except for Top, but I can hear him pacing around the room over. "he's been talking with command for over an hour trying to figure out what to do." McG answered my unspoken question
"All right so what the verdict on my shoulder" When he won't even look my eye, my heart drops. "that bad I guess" I take a breath before asking my next question just hoping I not done for. "Is my shoulder going to be ok."
"We need to get out to a hospital and they will give you the answers, but until then you need to not use that arm at all so I'm gona put it in a sling." I about to start arguing with him but "And you are not using your long gun got it"
I fall back on the table and let out a breath of frustration.
"I know it sucks but you don't want to risk further damage that could become permanent do you." I know that no matter how hard I try nothing is going to convince him other wise so for once I shut my moth and wait for Top to come back in.