hot metal, cold flesh [marilyn]

[1LT ROBERT ELLIOT]

Robert bit his bottom lip in pain as he was carried by two other men under his arms. He had been shot at near the forest ridge near their camp with another man in the allies, another American. He was behind Robert being dragged, he had been shot in the right leg. As they entered the tent Robert tried his best to keep his eyes focused, it had all happened so fast he never realized his right arm was skinned near his shoulder by a bullet. It was cold out so all he felt was the hot part of his arm. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Once on a medical cot Robert felt his legs being elevated and his helmet removed by one of the men, a hand rubbing his back as another man started to take off Robert's equipment. His blue gray eyes focused on his hands, his left was caked in still moist blood, he must have tried to stop the bleeding himself. He smelt iron, before feeling his jacket and shirt being roughly pulled off. The men tossed those aside and flagged a nurse over "he was skinned by a bullet in his right arm, near the shoulder, it skinned deep though" one man pointed out. Robert sat sideways on the edge of the cot his head low.

Now shirtless Robert felt the cold hit his skin like a bite, he shivered as the men left his side, his vision took in a nurse standing infront of him he raised his head slowly to look upwards.

[MARILYN EASTWOOD]

Wiping her hands on her smock Marylin turned around. What met her eyes was shocking. It had been weeks since that fatefully first encounter between her and Robert. Now he's lying on her medical cot bleeding. furrowing her brow Marilyn gathered her tools and got to work.

she could feel the sweat start to prickle her scalp and her temples. she had to fix him. At least she felt she had to. There first meeting was rather a disaster. Roberts wound was difficult the bullet had nicked a vein. she had to stop the bleeding. it seemed like hours had passed since he first was dragged into her medical tent. "there" gluing a bandage on she sat back and watched him. Taking a small cold cloth she gently placed in on top of his forehead.

Thankfully he was the only one in the tent. though she had a feeling tomorrow was going to be much more dreadful. Pulling up a seat Marilyn sat near, not close, just in case he might start bleeding again. she knew he wouldn't but that was what she would tell him if she asked.

[1LT ROBERT ELLIOT]

Robert felt the cool sheets against his bare back as he slowly awoke from a few hours after being dragged into the medical tent. He never focused on the nurse's face, but as his blue gray eyes opened and landed on her, he knew who it was. It was Marilyn, out of al the nurses at the allies base, he got her. Groaning he shifted in the bed, his right arm felt heavy and he winced when he tried o move it. His eyes flickered up to her "thank you" he maneged to speak weakly before his eyes grew heavy and he soon felt asleep once more.

When he awoke again he found a new shirt and his jacket on the edge of his bed, he sat up with some difficultly, and slowing pulled the shirt over his head. Checking the white bandage around his upper right arm, it had some dry blood but it didn't hurt Then he slipped his arms into the jacket, running his hands through his red hair his eyes searched the medical tent, Marilyn was to the far corner tending to another man. Robert cleared his throat to get her attention, not to tend to him but to see he was sitting up.

Maybe it was for her attention, Robert wasn't thinking to straight, his head still slightly fuzzy. His eyes remained on her back, it had been about two weeks since he had last seen her. Since she had last kissed him, that random and awkward kiss. Still it lingered in Robert's head and he fond himself mentally kicking himself for it. This was a war, not a time to meet women.

[MARILYN EASTWOOD]

Marilyn's gentle hand lulled the paining solider back to sleep. hearing a noise she turned to see that Robert was Finlay awake. "So, you're awake" Marilyn smiled walking over to him. Pushing up her sleeves she rested the back of her hand on his for head. 'hmm, still a bit hot." turning she dunked a small face cloth. Folding it she returned to Robert. placing it on his fore head.

"So, how do you feel?" she asked pulling up a chair with her clipboard and pen in hand. Marilyn was determined to be professional. though she did see him with out his shirt and had to admit to her self that she got kinda flustered. Crossing her legs she smiled sweetly at him.

Looking at his banged arm she could see the blood that was seeping though. After their chat she would half to change it.

[1LT ROBERT ELLIOT]

Robert sighed when he felt the cool cloth upon his face. "I'm alright I suppose" he stated shrugging slightly. He pursed his lips as he watched Marilyn pull up a chair close to the cot. Robert shifted. His blue gray eyes flickered over the clipboard, what was she going to write down?. "My arm feels heavy but that about it, I should get going though" he stated removing the cloth and placing it onto the sheets.

But as he went to move his head started to spin and he quickly sat himself back down upon the cot "maybe in a few moments" he said managing to give a light chuckle. Robert figured he'd leave in a few moments when his head wasn't spinning.

[MARILYN EASTWOOD]

Marilyn jot some quick notes on her clipboard before she noticed that he was trying to get up. Smirking to herself she stood. "there's no way you are leaving this tent in you're present condition" Marilyn's voice was soft yet stern. Placing a hand on his chest she gently pushed him back down onto the cot. Today Marilyn looked not to bad, her uniform only had dirt stains on it. After all she learned to wear something over her uniform. Marilyn learned that the hard way.

Turning she placed her clipboard on the mental cot that was serving as a table for the moment. Turning back to him she smiled gently. "As long as you are in this tent receiving my care, you are subject to my orders, Lieutenant" Though Marilyn didn't sound upset, one could tell the strain that could be herd in her voice. turning back to the metal cot she grabbed bandages and a cold cloth that was soaking in a basin of water, placing them on the chair that she moved closer to Roberts cot.

smiling down at him she spoke softly. "I hate to say this Lieutenant Elliot, but you have to remove you're shirt before I can clean and re-bandage you're wounds. Marilyn could feel her cheeks getting hot at the thought of his undressing. 'be professional' she mentally scolded herself.