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The Darker Side of Combat!	By : Krystal_Frame Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(No Sex, just light kissing and mild angst.)
The cruelest, most heartless thing that Stiener could have done, he did the very next morning. He forced Caje into his uniform, still covered in blood, shit and cum, and the guards dragged him back into the fenced in part of the compound. Caje was dumped by the gate. The noise of his arrival drew the other prisoners out of the barn they had occupied and the men of first squad, second platoon 361st K Company scrambled to his side.
The minute Kirby touched him, Caje jolted, curled into a ball and began to weep silently. Doc was the first to spot the collection of blood stains and he whispered, "Get a blanket from the barn, Kirby."
Kirby looked at him, his mouth opening to ask the one question he shouldn't ask but the look Doc gave him snapped his mouth shut again. Saunders hovered over the group until Caje was safely inside then stood at the gate screaming, demanding to talk to Steiner. He would end this, one way or the other.
Inside the barn Doc had the others create a soft bed of hay for him, then asked for them to get water and then give them some space. He picked a spot within the stalls, figuring Caje would want the privacy. The others did as he asked. The prisoners who had been there before knew better than to ask or watch. Kirby was the hardest to turn away but eventually Little John convinced him to help with some sort of tunnel they were working on.
Doc did what he could. While Caje was conscious he tried to get the man to drink the water, splashing it over his face and neck. Caje's arms and legs were like steel, unbending and taut. Doc couldn't imagine the damage, but he of all people understood what Caje was feeling. He tried to talk Caje into loosening up. Letting him look him over. He tried to convince the Frenchman that it would be okay, but Caje was practically catatonic.
Doc would have killed for some morphine. Eventually Caje passed out. Doc tried to get at his 'wounds' but the slightest touch got pained moans from Caje. Worse, when he woke, the water had worked its way through and Caje pissed himself. The realization sank in and Caje's face was once more covered in tears.
Doc once more tried to convince Caje to let him do his job. "Let me clean you up. I'll be gentle. It'll just be me. No one else will know."
Finally Caje relented, in that he loosened his arms and legs. Doc did his best, helping Caje out of the soiled uniform and undershorts. He covered the Cajun with a blanket and inch by reddened and abused inch, he cleaned the man up. He got Caje an extra blanket and made him comfortable and convinced him to sleep again.
By then Saunders had been helped back into the compound. He had been beaten badly, was bloodied and swollen about the face and was holding his arm at a funny angle. Steiner made a speech about all of them having dirty clothes and him liking his men neat. Doc bristled and took a step forward that Kirby and Little John caught. They managed to keep him from earning a bullet in the brain pan, holding him back until Steiner and his goons had left. An hour later they were given soap, and two giant tubs of water. Along with his own uniform, Doc washed everything that belonged to Caje twice, hiding the cloth with his own stuff to make it less obvious. The water was cold, making it easier to get the blood stains out.
Doc was pleased with the job he'd done and hung up Caje's clothes to dry on the piece of wire that they had strung from the barn to the gate. It was also a part of Saunder's plan to get them out of this hell, but Saunders had suffered a broken arm, busted ribs, and possibly a fractured cheekbone. Doc tended to the sore sergeant before also washing his clothes. While the clothes dried the others rested and Doc quietly gave a report on Caje.
Saunders stopped him quickly saying that he knew full well what Steiner had done. "Can he move? Can he travel?"
"He's practically catatonic, Sarge. He may not even survive depending on how much...damage Steiner did."
"When this goes down..." Saunders said, "You get Caje out. You worry about Caje, and nothing else. Got it, Doc?"
Doc nodded eagerly.
When his clothes were dry, Doc managed to get Caje dressed. The bleeding had stopped, but Doc had the idea that if Caje moved too much it would start up again. He made sure Caje drank a little, and helped him when he said he had to pee.
That night their escape went better than any of them could have expected. Most of the details escaped Doc with his focus on Caje. Before long they were loaded into the back of a truck with the rest of the prisoners, speeding out of the compound. Doc knew that Saunders, who had been taken back into the house as a distraction, had suffered yet more damage to his face, but there was little he could do. His job was to stick with Caje and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
Caje stayed curled up against him for most of the ride, and when they were taken to battalion and the hospital there, Doc made certain that he stayed with the soldier. By then Caje was more coherent. Doc got from him that he wanted to sleep, and didn't want to be looked at by a doctor. Doc managed to circumvent the hospital, found a cot and a private corner for Caje to sleep in. He found some coffee, doctored it with some whiskey and let Caje drink his fill before the Frenchman started to drift. Caje begged him over and over to stay and Doc promised him he would.
To the others Doc would only say that Steiner had hurt him, played psychological games with him, and he needed time to get back on his feet. The others understood, and would visit frequently, but gave Caje his space. Doc and Caje took it a day at a time. The mornings would involve cleaning Caje up from the increasingly infrequent, but still present, bed wettings. Then Doc would clean up the bedding and Caje would have a smoke or sip a cup of coffee until Doc brought them both breakfast. Caje was reluctant at first to eat anything, fearful of what would happen when the food was done being digested. A few times Doc caught him trying to throw the food up to avoid the discomfort of having it come out the other end.
Doc convinced him he need the nutrition if he was going to heal, and promised that he would do everything he could to mitigate the pain of normal bodily functions, and finally Caje was willing to eat and keep down the food, if only a very little of it. Then Doc would go with Caje on a walk. They would very quickly leave the crowded battalion area and head along the river, or through the vineyards, or along the outskirts of the village. They didn't speak, just walked. Caje would usually settle somewhere and if Doc sat quietly for long enough Caje would pass out and get a little sleep. Then they would return for lunch and Caje would spend a little time with one of the other guys, playing cards or doing his best to answer questions.
Caje had asked Doc to give him that time in the afternoons, to try to acclimate to being with others, and Doc was pleased to see Caje making the effort to return to the land of the living. Then in the evenings Caje would eat a little dinner, and then wait for a nightly dose of morphine to put him to sleep. It was the only way he could sleep. Further the morphine was working with his body chemistry to dampen the pain, and reduce movement in his bowels.
Doc knew the danger of Caje becoming addicted to the stuff. He knew there was a very fine balance that he may well have already overtipped. He also was certain that no one else in the army could possibly do for Caje what HE was able to do. Doc understood, because he'd been through it. If Bart were still alive, he would have done the same.
After a week of this, and Caje gaining more and more independence, only to crash and burn at night, Doc began to wean him off the morphine. Caje began to smoke more, developed diahrrhea and was convinced that he had the flu from the running nose, but the withdrawal symptoms were a distraction from the mental torture. Flu/withdrawal or not, Caje was back on the line when the week was up, along with Doc and the rest of the squad.
In battle, Caje could turn his mind from himself and became even more of a focused killing machine and daredevil than he had ever been before. Doc expected this, too. He kept an eye on it, but was kept busy caring for two other squads in addition to his own.
When Caje nearly got himself blown up pulling a stupid stunt, Sarge lit into him. Caje gave back what he was getting and the two nearly got into a fist fight. When Little John stepped in with Kirby to break the two apart, the big guy barely got his hands on Caje before the Frenchman turned and belted him. There was a long moment where Little John tried to figure out where the punch had come from and why, and Caje might have been deciding whether or not angering the bear of the group was the best idea. The two eventually stepped back away from one another.
Doc tried to talk to Caje, and eventually hounded the man into listening. "I know what you're doing. I know you're trying to kill yourself. But suppose it doesn't work. Suppose instead of dying you just end up without legs, or arms. Or paralyzed, but very much alive. Is that what you want?"
The brutal reality sunk in and then Doc saw Caje starting to tremble. He stepped in closer, thinking he would shield Caje from view, but to his surprise, Caje sank into his chest and Doc put his arms around the other man, keeping him from sinking to the ground. They stood like that for a long time until Caje's head rose, the unshaven whiskers on his face brushed against Doc's neck, and then Doc found his lips locked against Caje's.
The kiss was frozen in time for a moment before Caje's face moved, his lips parted a little, then once more locked on to Doc's. Doc's heart was beating so fast and hard he felt like he would have a heartattack. Caje tasted like tears and stale coffee and cigarettes, and then like liqour. The man was broken, desperate, terrified. Doc had the feeling if he pushed him away now there would be no salvaging him. Something was happening to his gut and further down because of the kiss anyway.
Caje pulled away, his eyes opening and searching Doc's. They were silent, hidden deep in a part of the forest that was so thick it was like dusk under the leaves. Doc felt a long slender hand touch his waist, then rest on his hip. There were still tears resting on Caje's cheeks, and Doc raised a thumb to brush them away. Then Caje moved in for another kiss.
For a long time there were only birds around them, the wind in the leaves, the press of their sweat covered bodies through their uniforms, and the dance of their lips, pressing and dodging and suckling. Parts of Doc were coming alive that he hadn't figured on, ever, and he wondered if he wasn't making things worse by encouraging this very taboo, very "wrong" interaction.
Except that he wanted it. He wanted it so very badly.
A voice shouted from a good distance away. Kirby saying they were moving out. Doc pulled Caje's head toward his chest and felt the man sob gently, just the once before he lifted his head.
"I'm sorry, I just...I needed to feel.."
"I understand, Caje. It's ok."
"No...I...I'm not that way. At least I wasn't that way before-"
"Caje, it's okay. I..." Doc looked down, saw the obvious bulge in his pants, and then awkwardly pointed his finger down at it. Caje looked and laughed softly. "I enjoyed it, obviously."
Caje looked back up, ran his thumb over Doc's inflamed lips, irritated by his own whiskers. "I needed that. I hoped you would understand."
"I do." Doc said. "And...I will."
"You will?" Caje asked, cocking his head to the side.
"In case it should...happen in the future." Doc said.
"Do you want it to?" Caje asked.
Doc gave him a meek smile that was returned. "In...a more private setting."
Caje grinned at him, checked whether Kirby was still there, then pecked Doc quickly on the lips, and stepped away. They returned to the squad with Doc holding his bag in front of his pants.
As they started out Doc watched Caje catch up with the Sarge. They had a conversation that seemed to heal the rift there, and then Saunders sent Caje off to take over for Kirby as point man.
Doc watched him go, bearing some small hope that whatever was between them would stay safe there, and keep Caje looking to the future.
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