John limp out of the gate, heading for the Grindstone, his leg and face injuries not hurting as bad as the lost of the three from their unit. He stop in front of the large stone, glove hand resting against it. His mind flipping back to seeing his friend injury... and wonder what Berrod and Warren for that matter would have thought of him as he panic during his first battle. And now...now Sam was....
"Thought I would find you here," Sam said, watching the miqo'te spin around. "And why haven't you taken care of those injuries?" The dark hair hyur frown as he look over the other. A frown starting to form even as he use the crutches to hobble over to him. "Are you still upset about what happen. The healers said a couple more session and I should be able to walk...
"Sam...I mean, Captain Robinton..." He fumble the Flame salute to the older man. "I'm sorry...I panic and you and the others." John bow his head. "You almost die and we lost Rendel, Fox Smart, and Eric."
Sam came up to him. "I'm not in uniform, John so drop the Captain Robinton," he said. "Look, John, you did panic but you kept healing." He watch John shake his head. "We would have lost more if it wasn't for you healers."
"I could have done more."
"When Thal calls you to his table...not even the best healer can stop it." He sigh, "A soldier know that when he or she goes out into battle, there is a chance that they won't come back. Yet we still do so that our friends and family won't have too." He look up at the sky. "It hurt when we lose one of our own. It will never get easier but the pain does ease in time."
He look back down at John, his face wet with his own tears. "If you need to cry, John, then let us cry together for our brothers that did not make it back home." He almost lost his footing as John bury his face into his chest, his shirt becoming wet with the miqo'te's tears, and allow his own to fall freely as well.
"Thought I would find you here," Sam said, watching the miqo'te spin around. "And why haven't you taken care of those injuries?" The dark hair hyur frown as he look over the other. A frown starting to form even as he use the crutches to hobble over to him. "Are you still upset about what happen. The healers said a couple more session and I should be able to walk...
"Sam...I mean, Captain Robinton..." He fumble the Flame salute to the older man. "I'm sorry...I panic and you and the others." John bow his head. "You almost die and we lost Rendel, Fox Smart, and Eric."
Sam came up to him. "I'm not in uniform, John so drop the Captain Robinton," he said. "Look, John, you did panic but you kept healing." He watch John shake his head. "We would have lost more if it wasn't for you healers."
"I could have done more."
"When Thal calls you to his table...not even the best healer can stop it." He sigh, "A soldier know that when he or she goes out into battle, there is a chance that they won't come back. Yet we still do so that our friends and family won't have too." He look up at the sky. "It hurt when we lose one of our own. It will never get easier but the pain does ease in time."
He look back down at John, his face wet with his own tears. "If you need to cry, John, then let us cry together for our brothers that did not make it back home." He almost lost his footing as John bury his face into his chest, his shirt becoming wet with the miqo'te's tears, and allow his own to fall freely as well.
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