Picking up carefully, he slowly found his way back to camp, not holding the rifle anymore, as he took her through the town, carefully avoiding obstacles and occasional potholes. Sometimes he would stare down at her with a lump in his throat, she appeared so peaceful, it was strange such a rebellious girl could come across as calm and relaxed.<br/><br/>Once or twice he would glance up as he tried to find his way, following rough direction but pretty sure he was going the right way. At times she caught his eye, she appeared to be sighing, and very rarely moaning, that made him blush as he could suspect what she was dreaming of. This made the journey more awkward.<br/><br/>As time drew past he would leave the great concrete maze and see Michael appearing very annoyed, "Where the fuck did you get too?"<br/><br/>Not even answering he would keep carrying her following the soldier back to camp, forcing Michael to stay at the door, as he lovingly undressed her and placed a blanket over her, after tending her wounds, all by himself. Not fully sure why he had to do it like this, he still did this, before making a hot-water bottle and wrapping it with the towel, the heat from the bottle was quite intense, placing under the blanket, he then placed a sheet over and whispered, "Thank you, there no one else I would rather have died next too."<br/><br/>With that he walked away, if she was half-asleep she may have heard. Closing the door over, he started typing up more information on the current article, smiling and humming a little ditty, thinking of her black hair and beautiful slanted cerulean eyes, it was a great image and helped him focus as he worked on typing his work.