Turn 3: Drinks and Cigarettes

[ToxicJones]

'Fuck, this sucks!' Jones though to herself as she slumped down again. She couldn't do anything, and felt worthless. She clenched her fists, one still around the AR.
What could she do? There had to be something, something that didn't involve moving? Nonsense. Still...

[Mr. Death]

Godchild tossed Tomala a bandaid and smiled weakly, trying to make a joke even in the hardest of times.
It wasn't a very serious wound, he could get it checked out later. In the back of the humvee were two marines. They were both laying on their backs. One was obviously dead, missing half of his face, but the other was clinging to life, three bullets in his chest and a nail straight through his palm.

He's just a kid Elias thought to himself as he worked. No more than 19. He probably snuck into the Marines early, because he was a Private First Class.

"I'm. . .I'm dying aint I sir. . .?" The Marine tried to say between struggling breathes

"No. . .No you're not going to die son, just shut up and let me work" Elias ordered, cutting the first bullet out with his K-Bar.

"I'm really going to die.. . .Aint I sir? I think I am sir. . .I'm bleeding. . .Bad. .. It all hurts sir, I think I"m dying" He said, tears streaming down his face and blood tricklign from his lips

"You're not going to do die damn it! If you want to die I"ll just leave you here to die, there's others who are doing a helluva lot worse and I'm stuck here helping you, so stop your crying and take this like a fucking man" Elias snapped. This little runt would live, hopefully.

1 left. Pop. He got it. One of the passengers came back to check on him.
"Hey Tommy, you okay buddy?" The guy asked. He seemed to know the injured PFC.
"He gonna be okay Mr. Death?" The guy asked. As he awaited an answer, a bullet pierced the side of the Humvee, splitting his throat into two sections. He fell back, hands to his throat, gasping for air.

"Fuck!" Elias shouted, "Tomala, help him! Stop the fucking bleeding!" He screamed. Another bullet came through, hitting Elias in the right pectorial. He cursed again.

"I'm going to die aint I sir!? Is Ricky okay? Is he dead too sir!?" Tommy began cryign again.
Nothing was getting done this way.

He patched up the wounds with the makeshift medical supplies. Hopefully they would keep him alive until they got some proper attention. He was certain they would. He looked to the Marine who seemed to be Ricky.

A corporal.
"Fuck. . ." He said and shoved passed Tomala to the Marine.
His eyes were bulging and he seemed to be begging for someone to help him, but it was inaudible through the bloody gurgling and weezing.

Elias stuck his two fingers into the man's throat, plugging the wound. Then he took a bic pen from the book bag and emptied it, then stuck it in the groove of the center of the collar bone. His breathing slowed. Maybe he could make. . .He about 20 minutes to live unless they made it to a reasonable hospital.

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Tomala helped Elias take care of the badly injured marine he kept pressure on the wound and helping Elias get his things from his bag quickly. Blood was everywhere this was the first time he assisted a fellow medic on a badly injured marine. Tomala said '' This marine aint dyin not while Elias and I are here.'' Tomala yelled to the driver '' SPEED THIS SHIT UP!'' He wasnt ready to let a life go to waste everything was in a slow motion his adrenline was pumping he needed to help Elias save this marine.

[Mr. Death]

Elias looked at Tomala
"Keep an eye on him, if he starts getting drowsy or starts muttering stuff, get me" He said, moving to the back by the marine named Tommy. There was blood all over the back of the inside of the Humvee. He might as well have just washed it with a hose full of blood and shell casings.

"Tommy right?" He said, the Marine nodding slowly, tears still coming from his eyes

"You and your friend Ricky" he took a moment to look at the horribly wounded friend
"You're going to live. As soon as we find a hospital or something similiar to it, you'll be taken care of even better, but you have to keep quiet okay?" He said and looked around as if he were about to tell the Private First Class a secret

"We don't want to be spooking the other's, understand?" He asked. Tommy seemed to understand this concept and nodded slowly, if not dumbly. He'd done it. He wiped his face of perspiration, only to have blood smeared across the entirety of it. He didn't really care. He'd just saved two lives. Hopefully.

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'' I got ya bro ill let you know.'' Tomala kept an eye on him. Endless Strogg still continued to fire at the humvees. Tomala said '' Yeah these things are fucking strogg magnets!''

[Cartwright]

The Marines vehicles' sped up, bullets still impacting the vehicles. The situation was getting worse. And it was about to deteroriate once more. A rocket sped towards the second Hummvee. It landed next to it and exploded. The vehicle flipped over and the two injured Marines slammed into the ceiling of the vehicle, making them bleed more profusely. The frontal Hummvee skidded to a halt and the Marines ran out, firing their weapons. Even Jones got out. She was going to help them, no matter what.

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Tomala couldnt keep on an eye on Ricky he had to help the badly injured marines. He ran with with all his speed to an injured marine. He was bleeding out from his chest area. His chest wound was aggravated. He took out some of the makeshift supplies Godchild had gave him he used gauze pads and tape and applied maximum pressure he stopped the bleeding and talked to marine to lift his spirits.'' Hey Marine Id tell ya what ill get you a round if ya pull through for me.'' He fired to cover any strogg around and continued to exam the injured marine if he had missed any wounds. He said '' This is goin to hurt alittle but I need you over here'' He dragged the injured marine slowly on his back near Ricky so he could watch both of them.

[Mr. Death]

Godchild looked at Tomala and then down at the Marine
He nodded, the man had a chance. He scanned the area. He noticed a marine screaming for a medic. He was missing his foot at the ankle, and his face had some broken glass in it.
"Him. . .Hurry" He said as he started to help the other marine. He'd do for now. He ran and located the LT, not far from his new Medical CP.

"LT. . .We need a hospital. I have a man in there who won't last more than 20 minutes without extreme medical attention, and I have another who's only about 10 minutes longer than him." He shook his head
"And even then, I can't be sure if they'll even make it that long. You need to get us somewhere or you're going to have a mass burial on your hands"

[ToxicJones]

Jones couln't let this time go, she hoped out of the Hummvee with the others. She took cover behind the second vehicle and started shooting. The pain from her wound wasn't to bad, although it made her fire a few extra shots then normal.

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Tomala ran over to Jones and threw her prescription painkillers which didnt require water. from his makeshift supplies it was Tomala's 2nd to last one. Tomala said. '' Take this it will keep ya in the fight for awhile.''

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(( I changed it figured haha.))

[ToxicJones]

"Thanks!" Jones replied, it did help, and it almost brought her slightly shaking hands to a stop. She felt the new strength pouring through her, replacing the pain with something like bloodlust. She thanked Tomala again and continued to fire. But as she did so she wondered is they would be able to fit every one in the Hummvee. If not, could there possibly be an airvact?
This would be a great story to tell those damned Raven squad if, no, when they got back. they had to.

[Mr. Death]

Godchild shook his head as he saw Jones moving through the pandemonium. She was supposed to stay still, but in this chaotic blood bath they'd need everyone, so he decided to let her go. Hopefully she wouldn't open start bleeding again, or she might actually die.

A marine eased another man down next to the other Marines. It was a civilian. He was moaning, his arm missing at the arm pit. He'd lost too much blood already. Elias grabbed the Marine by the arm and made him look down at the civilian. Elias shook his head.

"I can't take him. . .Marines only" The marine tried to protest but Elias silenced him
"Besides, I couldn't help him I wanted to. He's lost too much blood." He said
"Take him somewhere else, I can't have corpses near the wounded and dying." He said and had the Marine carry the dying man away from the Humvee and put him somewhere for his final moments.

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Tomala said '' No problem!'' Tomala went back to his patients continued to watch them they were ok at the momment. Tomala yelled '' we need to get this guys out of here!''

[Mr. Death]

Elias was a lot calmer, but still grave.
"No shit boot. . ." He said, thinking of something to do. They couldn't leave yet, they still had to attend to the other's wounded in the crash, and then they needed the order from the LT and the platoon commander.

"Just monitor the critical ones, Tomala. I'm going to find some shit, make sure nothing happens to them, or you'll be laying next to them when I get back" he said, sprinting for the crash site.

When he got there he found the Humvee rather intact. He thanked his luck and went to work. He tore off the doors and made a pile with them. Then he ordered some Marines to help him. They took them and brought them over to the patients. Using the Marines who were not close to dying, they formed a small shield of a wall around the critically wounded ones. It wasn't much, but it would have to suffice until the LT took action, or they all died.