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War... War Never Changes - Cestus III - Side Sim

Posted April 10, 2020, 1:22 a.m. by Civilian Aedan Teller (Owner/CEO of OMAP Industries) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Ensign Chloe Harland (Nurse) in War… War Never Changes - Cestus III - Side Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Nathan Harland (Counselor) in War… War Never Changes - Cestus III - Side Sim

Posted by Ensign Chloe Harland (Nurse) in War… War Never Changes - Cestus III - Side Sim
10 Years Ago
https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf3/outpost42/notes/69387/ Original post
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Nathan took her hand as he began to walk her out of the bunkhouse as he looked up at the northern sky as the sun had set leaving just the three moons in orbit as they seemed to illuminate the area with an eerie glow. The yellow light that shone off them was far brighter than the single moon of Earth. The effect reminded Chloe of a lantern at a campsite that was dying as they left the more brightly lit section of the hospital. The farther they moved from the hospital the more shadows seemed to move and slip along the walls of the buildings they passed. Chloe did not say a word as Nathan avoided the check-in station with two men directing people who approached it. Instead, he headed towards the area where a few emergency vehicles were parked. Sliding between them, Nathan disappeared for a second as he jumped down a small retaining wall. Reaching his hands up he motioned for Chloe to follow him. It was farther than it looked as she jumped off but Nathan’s hands around her waist broke her fall enough that she easily landed on her feet. They headed to a small fence where she stood next to him quietly as Nathan inputted a series of codes snapping it open.

“Kinda like our first date,” she took his hand with a smile feeling her heart race as he closed the gate behind him. Nathan would never put her in harms way but Nathan never played anything safe. Wherever they were headed they weren’t allowed but if it granted them some privacy, Chloe would follow him anywhere he led her.

Dashing out he lead her through the back alleys. They were not supposed to be out, curfews had been in place put Pike City had its vibrant underground just like any world. Looking back as she followed him her hand gripped tightly he couldn’t help but smile before he stopped as he pressed her up near a wall in one of the alleys that appeared abandoned as he let them catch their breath.

The night air was starting to cool enough that the exertion from running was making the sweat chill her body. She took the second to catch her breath closing her eyes and imagining a different time and place. Rumors abound in the academy about how to sneak out of the perimeter, but Chloe had never attempted that. Standing here in the murky moonslight, she could not help but feel young imagining a night like this as she and Nathan snuck out like cadets for some after-hours fun at the local bars.

Looking down the end Nathan saw a few guards lights but they wouldn’t find them as he looked back over at Chloe as he leaned in to kiss her deeply as he let himself forget it all. Her kiss was soft and delicate just like the first time he kissed her in the middle of a baseball field. His mind drifted, in and out of focus before he stopped the kiss as he looked deep in her eyes. “I missed you dollface…” he said softly as he smirked at her. It was the same look he gave her, but it seemed to have weight more in this decaying facade of a city.

“See,” she pulled at his jacket moving him back for another quick kiss. “Aren’t you glad I came,” she winked at him. “Dont answer that,” she immediately replied. The subject of her arrival was bound to be heated and right now all she wanted was a few moments as Nathan and Chloe instead of Ensign Harland and Kendrick. “So is this how we are going to have to sneak into your place all the time,” she asked him curiously. Her quarters on the Seawolf was a four-person suite. As a nurse, she slept in one room with four roommates and a single common room. Nathan probably had a single person efficiency which is why he was taking her this way. They might have been engaged but at least her captain reminded the small crew at every shore leave this was not a floating hotel and only the crew was allowed back on board. Hopefully, Nathan’s CO was more lenient.

“Look, we can get back to my place soon… but let’s forget all of this for just a bit. These people, they learned how to let go and just live… and that’s what we are going to do tonight… no one else in the galaxy… just you and me.” he said softly, this was something Nathan often did with her. Found moments to both be in the open presence of everyone yet somehow only focus on her. He could be in a sea of faces and see nothing but her brown eyes and perfect smile.

Her eyes held a more intense gaze as she nodded in response. She had only been on Cestus III for twelve hours yet already she realized the place was nothing like it was presented back in San Francisco. The glistening models of buildings that lined streets dotted with parks did not seem to exist. At least in this section, the only thing Chloe could see was pre-fab modules lining narrow thoroughfares like crates in an industrial zone. Until Nathan had spoken, Chloe completely forgot there was a native civilian population here. It was at this moment, Chloe understood they were not going back to the Seawolf or Hartford. All the clandestine moving about now made sense. McNamara mentioned something about curfews but waved the end of the conversation off stating they would be stationed on the ship or in the hospital at night so it mattered little to the crew.

“Just stay with me, let them know at all times you are mine… people can be possessive… you recall how to belong to someone still right?” he said in a small cool tone. The couple had always had a unique relationship, one that defied all boundaries. Many would call the pairing unusual, but from the first date, their souls melded into each other.

Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine that was not entirely caused by the cool night air. They had strict rules when they were out in clubs and bars. With Nathan often playing something on stage, she was left alone in corners or at tables. More than once Nathan proved he had no issue with displaying conduct unbecoming of an officer when Chloe had difficulty moving someone along who had drunk too much as he played on stage. The solution was simple. Removing the diamond from her right finger she slid it on her left. This universal sign was recognized by anyone who could be possibly interested in Chloe. “Of course. Tonight I am officially Chloe Harland like I have been since Oracle park,” she slowly rubbed her ring finger on her right hand moving the stone around slowly. The light from the moons seemed to make it sparkle more than usual.

Taking her hand into his he kissed the outside as before latching on as he looked out into the alley as he began navigating the dark like he always did, weaving between homes and businesses alike. The Federation complex was separate from the people who lived in the world and do to the marital law few left their homes. When though your life felt on the line every day, few people ever listened to those laws.

She and Nathan weaved down so many alleys and streets, Chloe was not sure she could find her way back to the hospital without help. Each building looked the same: Brown, three-story with one door and one window on the street level. Some had the name of a business that was no longer lit for the night and others just a number. Nathan’s eidetic memory, however, would have mapped out each twist and turn as if the ground held flashing arrows signaling where to go. Abruptly, halfway down an alley that had looked like any of the others, they passed Nathan stopped. To their right was a metal door with no adornments. The slightly thumping of a deep base tone could be felt but not heard as Chloe put a hand on the cold metal.

Nathan knocked at the back alley door then looked over and winked slightly at Chloe as he waited for a response, that response never came though. Instead, a light as bright as a supernova cut through the eerie moonslight causing Chloe to flutter her eyes. The sound of a siren replaced the deathly quiet sound of their breathing only moments before. It was so high pitched it forced Chloe on instinct to cover her ears as she worked to remove the spots from her vision. It all was happening so fast. The flash and siren were soon adding a third sensation to the situation. If Chloe had been back in California, she would immediately thought an earthquake was occurring but she was not on Earth. Later she would try to remember what came first the vibrations of the impact or the boom of the building at the end of the alley as it exploded. Thick choking smoke rolled down the narrow space towards them. Nathan put his body over Chloe’s to shelter her from the objects and debris that had to be contained in the fog engulfing them. The fabric of his jacket, which he wrapped her up in did little to filter out the dust now swirling and settling in the air. Coughing Chloe pulled her face out of his chest hearing the piercing cries of those hurt and calling for help. She might have been new to Cestus III but she was not stupid. The True Way was back, and this time it sounded as if in force.

Deep rumbling screeches resounded overhead as fighters circled the city, which meant the ships in orbit must be fighting hard if they were able to break the barricade. Rumors of an emboldened force were just that, rumors. It seemed the True Way wasn’t going to stop until it had full control of this planet. The flash of heat was intense as Nathan looked around to see where they could go. Their club didn’t answer and everyone now had more things to worry about.

“We have to get back to the hospital,” Chloe spoke only from training and not experience as she stood up and looked around as if trying to decide which direction to run. The alleyway behind them would be hard to get through but that was the way back. A series of snaps and cracks echoed down the alley from the north indicating the True Way was strafing the city. “Nathan,” she called out but was silenced immediately.

“Stay here…” Nathan ordered Chloe as he heard a small scream down an alley to the north of them as he began to bolt.

“No! Wait where are you going,” she yelled immediately following him. Nathan was faster and his strides longer but not so much so that Choe could not follow him. “Nathan,” Choe ran hard towards the end of the alley as Nathan turned the corner ahead of her. Three seconds later, Chloe emerged stopping dead in her tracks. The street looked like a war zone. Martial law had kept people off the streets but as buildings were hit or destroyed, it drove the inhabitants out looking for shelter. About ten yards ahead of her Nathan was moving faster than she had ever seen him run. It only took her a second to snap her focus where it needed to be.

Once arrived Nathan found a group of a half dozen Gorn trying to move back a beam that had fallen on a small Gorn girl. Nathan began to run, sliding under one of the beam as he kept his pace to rush to their aid as he stopped behind them. “Can you get her out H’rion?” he said, clearly knowing the taller Gorn by name as he kneeled down to look down at the small girl still under the beam.

“Now we can,” H’rion stopped trying to pull the crying child as the two other Gorn grunted under the strain of lifting the beam. “On three,” he looked at his two companions. With Nathan here to pull her out they could raise the beam enough to free her

The child began to cry out as the pressure lifted off her leg causing it to hurt more than when the beam was cutting off the blood flow to the broken limb.

“It’ll be okay…” Nathan said as a loud splashdown of energy fire hit nearby as the walls began shaking as the others began lifting.

“Don’t leave me. Help me. Help me,” she began to panic but unlike an adult who would fight back, the little girl began to sob uncontrollably. The peppering of strafing fire on the next street over didn’t distract the Gorn or Nathan from their set tasks. It did cause the little girl to try and pull back deeper into the crevice created as her father and uncles lifted the beam.

“Look at me Na’len, you are going to be fine little one… Uncle Nathan is here,” he said as the girl nodded as the others began to lift the beam. Nathan heard a small scuffle behind him as he looked back only to find Chloe coming up the rear.

“Nathan we need to get off the street,” Chloe yelled as her words were punctuated by the screech of fighters still trying to destroy the True Way in the skies.

“I said stand put!” he yelled, it was the last thing he needed her risking her life too in the fire and ash.

“You left me in that alley and other people need help,” Chloe snapped slipping into emergency room mode. The world might be falling apart around them but with each passing minute more and more people were screaming and needing help.

Fighters screeched overhead followed by a deafening sonic boom that always was silenced in space. The noise caused everyone on the street to instinctively duck and cover their heads or bodies the best they could for a brief second. What startled Chloe most about this situation was the way Nathan reacted. He reacted by hunching his shoulders, curving his body slightly over the child, and bracing his body against the possibility of shrapnel from an explosion. That type of reaction was only seen by security officers and marines typically. Medical personnel typically splayed their bodies over the injured. His mix of the too reminded Chloe of when they were at the beach and a wave approached. Nathan braced for it as he held her but didn’t run or try to avoid it. What was going to happen was going to happen and Nathan was just waiting for the consequences.

“Did you ever think there was a reason I told you to stay there?” Nathan growled as he looked back to Na’len as he began to treat the little girl. Her injuries were not severe but anytime you were so little everything felt so much more severe.

“I could not just sit there and do nothing,” she snapped back instantly angry. Asking her not to respond was like asking him to sit back and watch people die. There was no way he would do that nor could she. Coughing she looked at the chaos around her as the dead quiet of the night was being replaced with more and more sounds.

The night sky began to scream out a high piercing whine followed by a loud whooping sound as smoke and flames gave a visual aspect to the fighter hit farther up in the stratosphere now plummeting to the ground. Everyone froze, both mesmerized and stunned at the careening vehicle spinning in a tight spiral as the pilot fought to land it anywhere but into a possibly habituated place. As if watching a movie, Chloe stood holding her breath as the heroic pilot managed a trajectory placing the vehicle down the center of the road. One wing tore through a building snapping off as sparks and metal fragments spread like projectiles around the area. Individuals dropped like casualties in a war. The whole scene felt like a training program on a holodeck but Chloe could not turn it off and when people died here they did not dissolve into ones and zeros.

Chloe stood with her mouth hanging open trying to figure out where to go. There was so much damage and chaos it was overwhelming to process. A low bass rumble that began as a sensation on the ground before it burst forth as a spectacle to the right helped snap her out of her stupor. Turning her head, she witnessed an avalanche of debris tumbling into the road from a building across the street. Her eyes locked with Nate’s looking for help as to what to do and where to go.

“Get back where you were told now,” he said as his eyes narrowed on her before looking back to the small girl who was finally free from the rubble as the others moved her gently to the side.

Ignoring him, Chloe took off in a sprint towards a building whose front had collapsed with people stumbling out over the debris to avoid being inside it as it collapsed. As the people exited, Chloe instantly began to triage the patients. Setting her eyes on an elderly man she pulled off her coat and pressed it hard on the top of his leg. “He has punctured his femoral artery,” she announced hoping one of the people surrounding the man belonged to him. “I need a belt,” she blurted out waiting for someone to provide it. She was unclear as to how long ago the man was injured but the slow pulse of thick blood from the wound indicated the elderly man was not in good shape. “Give me a belt,” she screamed out as her palms began to feel the hot, sticky viscous liquid already soaking through her coat.

Her commands were drowned out as more fighters overhead began to reign energy bolts into the street spraying concrete and metal in all directions. Closing her eyes, Chloe tensed up but did not remove pressure from the injury. “I need help over here,” she called out on instinct as she did in the ER as the people around her began to run in an attempt to save their own lives. Cursing under her breath she continued to keep pressure on the wound knowing someone would be coming. “You are going to be okay,” she told the man as his breath began to labor and his movements lessened. “You need to hold on okay,” she tried to maintain her soft, soothing tone.

“Nathan,” Chloe yelled out knowing he would hear her voice and come help. “Nathan I have a femoral artery injury. I need you now,” she belted out shifting into her role as an ER nurse. Doctors were always lurking. All she needed to do was control the bleeding and reassure the patient until one arrived.

“Nathan over here. It’s open,” a voice screamed halfway down the alley to her right from where she was working. It was H’rion signaling for his friend and anyone still alive to move to his location. Glancing at the sky the Gorn calculated the amount of time he could keep the door open against the amount of time the next round of fire would erupt from the sky. Right now he didn’t care about how empty or full the room below him was. All he cared about was keeping it open as long as possible before having to close it to protect that below

The comment came from a voice she knew. If that voice was near Nathan was close. “Help is coming,” she said softly pressing harder on the wound. “You are going to be okay. Just stay calm.”

Now Chloe understood why every ally had a metal door in the same location. They were bomb shelters.

“Chloe leave him,” Nathan said as he held onto Na’len in his arms as the little Gorn girl clung to him as if her life depended on it. “He will die by the time we drag him in here, do as you are told, now.” he barked at her as he stared her down sternly. This to some might have seemed harsh, but there were others to treat and dying to save someone who wouldn’t make it wasn’t going to help them in the long run.

The color was rapidly fading from the man’s lips and face turning him an ashy gray. He did not have long and Chloe could not move or the man would bleed out in a few seconds. “If I move he will bleed out,” she yelled out. “I need you, Nathan.” Her voice was calm but loud and determined. There was no way she could treat the man on her own. Maybe if she had a dermal generator but not with just her shirt. “Nay,” she belted out feeling a vice tighten on her bicep.

“I said move it now!” Nathan spat back with a sharpness to his tone that could pierce the strongest bulkhead as he walked over to her and grabbed onto her arm.

“No,” she let her body go slightly limp making it harder for Nathan to move her. “I can not remove the pressure. He will bleed out,” Chloe leaned forward so that Nathan could see her blood-soaked hands wrapped in the fabric. Looking down anyone would could see the blood was no longer pumping out in cascading waves or was the characteristic bright red. Feebly the man’s eyes fluttered as his ability to focus and maintain consciousness was fading. His chest still rose and fell but if one was not looking, they might not notice it. “He is slipping from consciousness. The color of the blood indicates its deoxygenated. There might be a pulmonary wound,” Chloe began barking out orders as a fast jerk pulled her to a standing position.

“I know that, but there isn’t time… you need to move now,” Nathan said as he grew weary of the combative state she was coming to. Everyone under his command, fellow nurses, doctors, medics, they all knew how to follow his orders. Nathan had trained in part as a combat medic, taking courses in the academy in both security and command tracks. This wasn’t common for most medical personnel, but Nathan knew sometimes a doctor had to make hard choices and wanted to be prepared for them all. In his youth, Nathan remembered the fires that burned through San Franciso the day the Breen had came so many years ago. It was that time he knew he had to become more than a child, despite only being twelve at the time.

San Francisco 2375

“Come on Nathan, we have to help these people now!” Thomas shouted at his son as the weapon fire came down all around them. Thomas Harland had been working at Starfleet HQ for a while, raising his son as best as a single father good. Today though was something no parent could prepare for, as the lives of everyone around them came under fire as the Breen had begun bombarding the surface all around them.

Nathan stood, stunned and deafened to his father’s pleas as he looked across the San Francisco Bay, the Golden Gate bridge laid in ruins burning as the fires seemed to sear into his mind before he felt his father’s arm pulling him as he snapped out of his daze.

“Nathan what did I say, follow me and don’t stop. We have to get to safety now, there are people here we can help!” Thomas said as Nathan looked past his father and saw the mass of huddled people, both Starfleet and civilian. “Get a move on now!” Thomas said as Nathan began to follow, running past the charred ash and debris that littered the quad as he entered the building as he caught his breath.

The moans of people could be heard, mixed the smell of blood and sweat. Nurses and staff all around were rushing to help people, but they were clearly short-staffed. Thomas handed Nathan a tricorder as he looked placed his hand on his shoulder as he squeezed gently. “I know you can do this, you are smart… smarter than me. We need help, I need you to go to the people who have been scanned and begin doing readings on them… let me or the medical staff know what they need and we can help them… can you do that Nate?” Thomas asked, trying to give his young son the encouragement he needed, but knowing deep down just how traumatic this was.

“Yes, I can,” Nathan said with a soft quiet tone as he turned. Most of the people on the south wall where civilian, a few children had even been here as he walked over and began scanning the patients as he tried to get past the smell of burnt flesh or the sight of severed limbs many of them had. Scanning slowly he tried his best to stay focused, look past the sites and just keep his face on the tricorder as he began sending results after the result to the staff. It was then that he heard the voice, soft and small, “Nathan.”

Stopping to find where the voice came from, in the corner Nathan saw a very familiar face. Jacqueline was a girl in his class with her pretty brown curls and dark amber eyes. The two had grown up together, having shared their first kiss, first date, first love. Their parents, of course, saw it as puppy love, and it was perhaps a bit naive and innocent. All the same, Nathan really liked the time he got to spend with Jacqui as he came and kneeled next to her.

“Jacqui!” he said quietly as he saw she had several bruises on her knee and scrapes all over her. She had clearly been near one of the strikes as Nathan began to notice she was breathing shallow and heavy. “Are you okay hon?” he asked in a quiet tone as he felt his stomach dropping, she was clenching her side as she looked at him, tears streaming down her face as she slowly shook her head no.

“I was walking with Dad…” she said slowly, her arm wrapped around her waist tightly as she began speaking. “We were coming to meet you and Mr. Harland.” she said as she began to cough, small traces of blood leaving her mouth as she did.

“Don’t talk… you are going to be okay…” Nathan said as he reached to grab her hand to comfort her, only to find as he moved her arm from her waist a slick gushing rush came with it as she began coughing more. The sight startled Nathan, the blood was from the piece of shrapnel directly in her as he looked closely. Unaware of many things, Nathan knew he had to save the girl he loved as he quickly began to remove the piece.

“We need to get this out, they can fix you up we need to just…” he said pausing as he got the piece out only to have more blood come with it as the girl began to crash. Nurses came running past as they shoved Nathan aside.

“Thomas! Get your son out of her, he just killed this girl.” one of the doctors said as they took out their tricorder to only find no pulse could be found. “Why did you remove that piece kid? It was keeping her alive!” the man shouted he got up and stared down Nathan angrily. It was clear everyone was on edge as Nathan just watched.

“No no no… I was helping!” he said as he rushed past the man to Jaqui’s side as he began to try to wake her. “Wake up… wake up!” he said loudly as he began slapping her as tears began to sting his eyes as he sat holding her tight, her body warm and wet as he couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably. Thomas began to walk near Nathan as he placed his hand on his shoulder as he let his son have the moment.

“You didn’t know better… it isn’t your fault…” Thomas said softly as Nathan shrugged get his father’s arm off him as he turned to look at him.

“It’s your fault… she came here cause you needed to see her dad! She wouldn’t have been here if it wasn’t for you!” Nathan snapped with an angry snot-filled sob as he looked back at Jaqui as he could feel nothing but the bile in his stomach-churning. “She didn’t need to be here…” he said softly as he felt nothing but numb silence as his world began to fade away as he sat with her body lying in his arms.

Cestus III - Present Day

“Nate. Nate we have to help him,” Chloe’s confused tone filled the air. The second her weight was not pressing on the wound, the blood bubbled quickly out of the wound pooling around the man. Thick red-brown trails dripped off the rubble filling the indentations of where Chloe had been kneeling. The man watched Chloe leaving him until he was no longer able to keep his eyes open. Seeing his face go slack sent Chloe into panic mode.

Nathan pulled her sharply away from the man, his hand gripped down hard into her arm as he began to yank her and himself to the door while still keeping Na’len firm in his grasp.

“Nathan,” she pulled away fighting every step Nathan took. “We can not leave him. Not like that. Not in the street. Nathan!” Chloe began to struggle against him as if she were being kidnapped. Twisting her body, Chloe squirmed as she pried at his fingers around her arm. “I am not leaving him,” she threatened, “if you won’t do your job fine but don’t you dare stop me from doing mine.” Nathan paused but not to begin a verbal confrontation. Planting his foot, Nathan jerked Chloe hard forcing her to fall into his side. The impact stunned her allowing Nathan to wedge Chloe against his hip. As he dragged her into the building H’rion closed it behind as the blasts just began to fall down as everyone began to have a sigh of relief.

Handing over Na’len to her father Nathan looked around and could see there were tons of injured all around as they began to huddle and gather around together as he looked over at Chloe. “Just what the hell was that?” barked Nathan as he began to help her up to her feet. He wasn’t one to ever mince words as he got to the point.

“Don’t you touch me,” Chloe tossed her hair over a shoulder looking up at him angrily. “You left him to die alone when we could have helped,”

“Stop being a child. His femoral artery was severed and his blood was deoxygenated indication some sort of thoracic or pulmonary injury. I did not leave him. It was triage. The dead don’t care if they are left behind… these people though.” Nathan turned to the room of Gorn and Human along with other mixed aliens of al types as all eyes seemed to be focused on them. “They care, you help the ones you can and you leave the ones you can’t. We can’t save them all… but we can save some.”

Nathan Harland

“What are you talking about? We are doctors,” she snapped moving back away from him. The sound of weapons fire in the street snapped her attention to the door breaking the tension growing between her and her fiance.

“Yes, we are… and that means we help those that we can and move on from those that we can’t. You can’t save everyone… you just can’t” Nathan said with a soft tremor in his voice as a small tear fell down his cheek.

“Nathan,” the Gorn yelled out throwing him a small disruptor before taking up a position at the base of the stairs they used to come down from the street level.

Turning Nathan snatched up the disruptor as he began looking it over. He never liked using disruptors over phasers, but most of the Gorn only had these weapons on hand as they were cheaper and easier to make. “Thanks, who all did we get?” he asked as he began to look past as he took a count of everyone in the room. Eighteen, most wounded. This was going to end up being a long night.

“Are we safe here,” she asked him glancing back and forth between Harland and the door. Chloe was scared but not enough to panic. The ER had taught her to hide her emotions. Looking up at Nathan she fixed her eyes on his waiting for his response. He might downplay a situation but he would never lie to her.

“For now, but… we don’t have supplies. These bunkers can take a few hits but if they fire any photon or plasma torpedoes… we can’t make it out of that.” Nathan said softly as he began to move towards one of the wounded nearby.

Chloe followed Nathan to an elderly woman clutching her arm. It was clearly broken yet her stoic expression belayed none of the pain she must be experiencing. Her eyes held a somber expression as Nathan knelt down next to her.

“Nothing can take you out can it Mrs. Abernathy?” Nathan said with a soft wry smile as he patted her on the leg softly.

“Please please help me. ” a frantic woman began pulling at Nathan’s arm like a small child. “I need help. He won’t wake up. I have tried everything,” she began to cry as she backed up pulling Nathan’s arm to a ninety-degree angle.

Chloe

Turning Nathan saw who she was talking about. Her grandson, Jasper was only three as he looked down at him as he took a deep breath. His leg had a large gash as Nathan began ripping his shirt sleeve off to serve as a tourniquet as he began to look over the boy. He also had a severe wound across his head, he was breathing but it was shallow as he began to exam him more. “Chloe, see what supplies we have. I told them all to try and stock as much antiseptic and bandages as they could in these bunkers… see what H’iron was able to pick up,” he said softly as he turned behind to point at the small storage area for Chloe to move over to.

“I am going to do everything… your grandson is going to be in the best hands okay?” Nathan said as he looked over at her arm. It was clearly broken but he knew right now she wouldn’t accept medical assistance.

Nathan Harland


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