"SWAN?! SWAN?!" She could hear muffled shouting. She opened her eyes slowly, and began to sit up, she looked down, amazed and relieved to see she still had her legs.

"I'm okay. I'm alright." She said and heard sighs of relief from all the guys. She looked around and saw Neal propped up on a rock, his eyes were closed and his leg was covered in blood. She crawled to him and tapped his shoulder to wake him up. "Oi! Come on you tosser, you are not going to die on me!" He blinked his eyes when she felt her hand on his wound. He hissed in pain.

"Awww, you've taken a shine to me Swanny." He breathed.

"Yeah right, if you die it's gonna be my fault so you are not going to die." She packed his leg and wrapped a bandage around it only the blood went straight through. She kept her hand over the wound as she heard a helicopter coming over head.

"Sir, they can't land here, we'll be turned to dust!" She shouted.

"They're sending down a winch, get Cassidy on it but you wait for us to get you, if you go up on that thing you will be a target in seconds."

"Sir, if I take my hand off this wound, he is going to bleed out, I can't let go." She said as the winch was lowered far enough for her to reach it.

"Swan, do not get on that winch do you hear me? SWAN?!" He shouted but it was no use. She strapped herself in and yanked the rope for them to take them up, she heard them all shouting her name including the Captain but she didn't care, she couldn't let him bleed out. They got safely in the copter and she pushed Cassidy in with help of the other medic on the flight. As they flew past the checkpoint she saw her escort heading back to the top of the hill and all the lads were cheering her and wolf-whistling.

"What she just did was stupid beyond belief!" Jones shouted over the radio. He took his hand off the comms button and turned to Humbert. "It was also bloody awesome." He said in admiration.

They headed back to camp. When they arrived, Jones went straight to the med tent to see if Emma was back, it was empty. He took off his gear and dumped it in his tent. Then went and stood at the gate waiting for her to get back.

Neal lay in the hospital bed, wires surrounding him, and an oxygen tube across his face. She walked to the end of his bed and picked up his notes taking a cursory glance.

"Just can't leave me alone can you?" He croaked. His eyes were slightly open and he had small smile on his lips.

"Aww you softie, I'm only here for the decent coffee." She giggled and he smiled at her. He held his hand out to her, she took it and he covered hers with his other hand.

"If there is anything you ever need Em, you just shout. I'll come running." She smiled again. "I mean it Em, you saved my life and risked yours to get to me, I owe you everything."

"Ah well, you can start by getting better and coming back to camp so I can batter you for being so thick and going out in that minefield. What the hell were you thinking Cassidy?" He sighed.

"I saw someone moving and went to see what it was. I went over the bridge and the next thing I knew there was a bloke at the end of the path with a gun pointed at my head." He whispered.

"Good thing he's a shit shot then really." She said and laughed. "I gotta head back. I'll see you soon."

He let her go and closed his eyes, searching for a little more sleep. She collected her gear from reception and got the chopper back to the camp. She jogged with some of the other lads from the camp to the gates. They opened and her heart dropped to her stomach when she saw him stood straight ahead of her, his arms folded across his chest and looking more than a little bit pissed.