The suns heat did nothing to help them earlier. Harm was weaker now then before and Mac knew this. As she treated his wounds, a silent prayer was said for Harm. The pain of the wounds was so intense, bitter tears began to fall from his eyes as well.
"Hey, we are going to get out of this." She said in a harsh whisper. Then she heard the voices.
"They went this way, had to." One shouted profanities and she heard the sounds of bushes rustling. The wounds took on an eerie appearance, but the sight of combat had hardened Mac, but still, ,the concern for him was very strong. They had been investigating the disappearance of a Corpsman from Camp LeJeune, only to find a ring of drug smugglers that had set up on the edge of base.
"Harm,"
She looked over to him. "Harm!" He opened his eyes slowly grimacing
in pain, as he tried to breathe. "You're burning up now," she
had placed her hand on his forehead, then taking a canteen, placed it
to his lips. "Stay with
me, Harm." He then let darkness claim him.
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