File created: 2009-11-30 01:46
Everyone's down about the deadly mission. Fish and Anna try to cheer each other up.
Fischer is sitting too, quietly writing something. He looks a bit saddened, troubled. But he chugs onwards, writing. A look over to Slayback and he tilts his head. "Hello."
Annabelle is asleep in her cot. Or was, rather, until another of the medication-induced nightmares asserts itself and jerks her awake with a gasp. She sits up, blinking and looking around a bit wide-eyed.
Slayback doesn't look over at Fischer as he greets him. He just offers a "Mmmhmm." and goes back to staring at the floor with the BAR in his hand.
Fredricks looks up and moves to Annabelles cot, "Ms Clark.." He says, sitting next to her, "It's alright, shh." He looks at her IV, it's good so he doesn't mess with it.
Poor Annabelle. Fischer glances over. A lifted eyebrow at Slayback. "How are you both?" He asks quietly, setting his pen down. He's been writing. The Fish looks like he's had a long day.
Slayback shakes his head at Fischer, wiping something at his eye as he attempts to look away. "Good, I guess." He sniffs a bit. Slayback has emotions!? "It's just…Jenkins."
Annabelle blinks at Fredricks until she orients herself, then drags a trembling hand over her sweaty face. The fever's actually down a little today, but that hasn't helped her misery much. "Doctor," she acknowledges quietly. She glances over at Fischer's voice, but isn't sure who he's talking to so she doesn't answer. She does look a bit concerned at his expression. "What happened?" she asks.
Fredricks sighs, "We had a bad mission, Lost three men, Jenkins, Austin are out, presumed dead, Quaid's injuries were perminant and I'm shipping him home."
"You already heard?" A lifted eyebrow at Slayback. "God, I wish supplies came as fast as the news," His face is pained. He looks to Annabelle and nods. "Yes, I'm sorry. A bit of bad news." Fischer knows it's not a happy thing to wake up to. "Though, I will miss his delightful telling me to go fuck myself ever so." He seems both amused and pained by this.
Annabelle blinks at the doctor. "Oh, God," she says in horror, looking back over at the two soldiers with obvious sympathy and concern. "I'm sorry. Are you blokes all right?" She's still trembling a bit herself, but nothing takes your mind off a nightmare like waking up to even more awful news. Of course she didn't know those guys very well.
Slayback wipes a bit more at his eyes, "Never talked much to Quaid or Austin, but Jenkins is the only one on the boat who'd talk to me after I pulled a knife on Woods." A weak laugh breaks through his shaky voice.
Fredricks nods, looking to Fish and Slayback, listening for the moment as he falls quiet.
Blink. Fischer opens his mouth at Slayback, closes his mouth. He shakes it off after a moment. "They were all good men. Quaid still is. He will probably have a good career at home," He considers. He smiles sadly at Annabelle. "It'll be alright… It hurts, a lot. But I couldn't - can't stop bullets," He's trying to cope with it. "I wish I could give them all medals so that the world would know."
Annabelle blinks at Slayback's proclamation as well. "Why'd you…" She shakes her head in a silent nevermind and then returns her attention to Fischer, brow creasing in a pained expression. "That's awful, mate, I'm sorry. I know you did your best, though." She makes a little 'come over here' motion to Fish.
Fredricks looks to Fischer and moves off from Annabelles cot to make room for the Fish.
Slayback just throws a hand up, "Yeah, Anna. Go ahead and concentrate on the fact that I pulled a knife on someone and not on the fact that I just lost a good friend and didn't have shit to say about it!" After he's finished with his outburst he cups his mouth and says a muffled, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Annabelle…it's just…"
Fischer looks confused at Slayback. "She's asking that because many of us have reached out to you and would like to call you friend, even if you try to push us away. We've all lost good friends out here," The big lunk of a German peers at Slayback. "Are you sure you do not need to speak with someone?" The Corporal is duly concerned, but he moves to sit on the cot where motioned to. "It's alright. Everyone does their best. I just feel awful still. I wish I could give the stripes up," A faint laugh. "It was easier."
Annabelle is a bit taken aback by Slayback's outburst, but looks more hurt than angry. "I am sorry about your friend," she says softly. She gives a grateful nod to Fredricks, appreciating his company, but, well, Fish looked like he needed a hug. So did Slayback, but she can only handle one person at a time. As soon as Fish sits down, she turns to try and give him a hug. "'Tis hard, having responsibility for everyone, but it speaks well that they had the confidence in you to look after the lads."
Fredricks looks to Slayback, keeping quiet for the moment as Annabelle hugs Fish. He moves back slightly, going to get a cup of water.
Slayback takes his helmet off, revealing his newly shaved head. He runs a hand over it nods slowly to Anna. He sits back in his chair, letting the BAR fall to the ground, "I just wonder…if it hurts this bad to Tojo when they lose one of their own."
Daw. A hug. Fischer's eyes widen, he blushes and hugs it back. Awww. He smiles a little. "Yeah, I appreciate that. It'll be alright - I suppose some squads have had worse," He considers. "Things have been going well for us. Bound to take a dent or two," He muses. He gently pats her back though. "Are you feeling any better?" He seems grateful for the company, looking to Slayback. "Probably, although they seem awfully glad to throw themselves at us."
Andrew arrives from the West.
Annabelle is grateful for that as well. She and Fischer are sitting on her cot, and she's giving him a hug. Fredricks and Slayback are somewhere nearby. Everyone looks pretty morose. Anna doesn't let go of Fish right away, possibly needing a hug as much as he does. "Doesn't make the dents any easier. At least they're with God now." She shakes her head slightly to his question, "A wee bit, I suppose." A glance to Slayback and she says, "I suppose they do, aye."
Fredricks is actually a bit off, drinking water from a cup, letting Anna and the rest grieve the lost as they will. He watches from a middle distance.
Slayback glances at Fish, "Yeah, and our government is more than happy to make us fight to the death over this hellhole." He glances around and shrugs, "And for what, Fish?"
Fish is trying not to blush a bit. He seems happy though. A hug! He doesn't push away right away either, perhaps figuring that out. "I know. It really doesn't. But I am grateful we've been lucky so far," He admits. "For what? So people don't have their homes burned and taken. The Japanese have destroyed villages. What do you suppose the villagers thought of that. For the New Zealanders and Australians, this is their doorstep. I would not want the Japanese on my porch," Fischer shakes his head. He doesn't comment on the rest of the Axis. He just kind of sighs.
"Aye, for my home," Anna tells Slayback simply. She reluctantly lets Fish go with a final pat on the back and a look that's both sympathetic and grateful. "If the Nips take this island, they'll be one step closer to Australia. They'll be able to bomb the blazes out of the shipping lanes and cut us off from America. Not to mention the villagers, as Fish said. Before you lads came, they'd all but enslaved the natives 'round here, forcing them to work on the airfield. 'Tis important, mate, though I know that doesn't make it any easier."
Fredricks lowers his watercup, watching Slayback quietly for the moment, as if waiting to observe something.
Andrew walks up from somewhere near the airfield. He looks tired and dirty. He keeps his rifle at the ready as he walks. He spots some of his allies near the Aid Station and he walks over. He places his rifle over his shoulder and walks over. He pulls his helmet off and runs his hand through his hair. He steps over to where the people are gathered. He clears his throat, "Who's in charge here?"
Slayback nods his head slowly, "Aye, I guess that's true." He just shrugs and says, "Where the hell did all these emotions come from? I'm supposed to be the crazy stabbing guy. Why did you guys start making me human again?"
A look up at Andrew. "I guess technically me unless you see someone higher up than a Corporal," Fischer looks about. He just pats Annabelle back on the back once with a smile. He seems to be the same. "Yeah." He takes a deep breath. "If war were easy, we'd never stop doing it," He points out. A look to Slayback. "Because you're human. If you're crazy, you see a doctor and you get sent home. Period. Full stop. Do not argue." He is back to Andrew now. "May I help you?"
Annabelle looks up at Andrew's arrival but doesn't reply to him, instead giving Slayback a befuddled look. "Aye, maybe you should speak to someone. A preacher, or a doctor, maybe."
Andrew nods his head. "Private Andrew Buckley. Command ordered me to your Platoon after mine was mostly wiped out during the last Jap attack." He his a very noticable Southern twang in his voice. He looks around the Aid Station, trying to spot one of his comrades. He shrugs and holds out his orders to Fischer.
Fredricks looks to Andrew, tilting his head slightly before filling another cup of water and moving to Annabells bedside, offering her the cup. "How're you feeling?" He asks as the new man is processed in.
Slayback glances over at the Corporal, "I'm not crazy, Stripes. I've just learned to bottle all of these feelings up and never let anyone see them. That's the way it should be out here. You can't be crying all over the battlefield. Drill Sargeant said that the only emotion that belongs in a fight is pure, unbridled hatred towards the enemy and pure, unbridled love towards your rifle." He looks over at the new soldier, "Hey there, Hand-me-downs."
Fischer smiles at Andrew. "Corporal Ryan Fischer, but mostly the Fish or That Damn Corporal," He's not about making a joke at his own expense. He takes the orders and looks over them. "I see. Rough luck," He remarks quietly. "Welcome to your new squad then. I came back after a bit of a shoot out on sentry watch," He explains. He lifts an eyebrow at Slayback. "When did you see me cry?" He asks quietly. "When I set live men on fire, just to watch them die writhing and screaming? When I have to tell people to stay, even if we're losing bodies?" Fischer is subject to his own quiet insanities. He laughs coldly. "Don't think - we are machines. We cry, but even if we can't in public." He grunts softly. "In the aid station, we're allowed to - so we don't go mad." He shakes his head. "If you have a psychotic break and pull a knife on someone, I will beat you myself and take you to a doctor. End of story." He's brooking no argument. "Now, meet your new squadmate."
"Bottling that all up isn't healthy either. Else it eventually just eats away and boils over," Anna points out gently. She pats Fish's back lightly again when he starts talking about flamebroiled enemy and lost friends, before taking the cup from Fredricks with a grateful nod. "No chills today," she says, trying on the bright side first. But then, more somberly, "I still can't sleep very well, and my stomach's still a bit wobbly."
Fredricks nods, thinking, "to be expected, but it's good the fevers receeding, I guess the Malaria's running it's course with the treatment. We'll get you back into health yet."
Slayback raises an eyebrow at Fischer, "Sir, with all due respect, I wouldn't let you drag me out of here. Those stripes you got right there, they don't amount to a hill of beans when you're out there. He points at the locations of his various scars and says, "I've got enough goddamned lines on me to be a General by now." He does add something though, "However, if I go crazy, just put me down. I'm not going home for any other reasons than death or victory."
Andrew hehs at Slaybacks remark. "War is hell." He looks down at his shabby appearance, and shrugs. "Well, a new set of Clothes might be nice when were done and over with this damn place." He nods to the Corporal. He sits back and listens for a few moment, almost thinking about his own near-death experiences. He reaches up his hand to his ear that's missing a piece. He looks over at Slayback, "Andrew Buckley." He listens some more, frowning at what Slayback says.
Fischer looks confused. He smiles at Annabelle, "I'm glad to hear that. I can leave some more tea for you." He looks to Andrew. "We can see about some repaired gear for you - that helmet -" Has a hole in it? Fish does not approve. He looks to Slayback. "You will not have a say in it. And you do not need to call me sir. And these stripes mean everything out there, because it is my job to call for movements, orders and to watch out for the tide of battle." In other words, when to haul ass or shoot. "You may not like me, but you should at least respect the rank. That is all I can ask."
Annabelle nods to Fredricks. "Grateful for that, at least. Oh - and I meant to say earlier, just call me 'Anna' please." Since she thought of it. A nod to Fischer. "Maybe I'll try some again tomorrow. I do appreciate it." She frowns at Slayback's words to Fischer, but says nothing.
Fredricks smiles, nodding, "Alright, Anna." His attention is caught by Slaybacks words and he looks over impassively.
Slayback looks at Fischer, "I do like you, Haus. You're the only one out here who's actually tried their hardest to be my friend and I respect you too. You've just have to let me vent sometimes."
Fischer smiles back. "I do. Just please be careful. Words can hurt people sometimes, even if we don't mean to." He appreciates the remark and nods at Slayback. A smile at Annabelle, "Sure. I am glad to hear of some progress." He considers it. "Anyway, what kind of welcome is this for our new squadmates? None at all." He shakes his head and smiles to Andrew. "So, this is a bit of a rough squad, but not too bad."
Annabelle gives a quiet mmhmm to Slayback's pseudo-apology, but then focuses her attention on Andrew. "Don't listen to him, they're all good blokes." She rubs her forehead a bit and asks the doctor. "Is there anything that might help me sleep a bit? Maybe that medicine you gave me after… after the mission?" she asks tentatively. Heaven only knows if that stuff is safe to mix with the anti-malaria cocktail.
Fredricks shakes his head, "I'm hesitant." He thinks a moment, "I can hit the books and look for a safe cocktail to mix with the quinine, if you like. Find a proven sedative compound and hope that we have enough of a stock to use it."
Fischer sighs and waves as the new man leaves. "Oh well. At least there's a few new faces to get to know and worry about. If you want some fruit, now'd be the time while I have some free time. I'll finish writing reports once the stragglers get back in, I suppose." He rolls his shoulders. "I don't know." He looks thoughtful.
Annabelle shakes her head to Fredricks, though she does look a bit disappointed. "No, that's all right. Don't want to be a bother. I'll be all right." Fish gets a headshake as well. "I still can't really eat anything, but thanks. Actually if you wouldn't mind… if you might just… stay, a little while. The request is timid, a little embarrassed, but someone needs a buddy.
Fredricks nods, "Alright, Anna." He says, smiling, then looking to Fish as he smiles a bit more, moving off a little to let them talk. Likely laugh at Superman.
Daw. Fish smiles at Annabelle. "I would be glad to stay long as you like. I'm off for many more hours," He comments. "And going to get a quartermaster. I'm not having my squadmates run around with holey helmets," His nose wrinkles. "Not even if he tells me it makes him go faster…" A sigh. "What did you think of the comic books?"
"Thanks," Anna says. Looking relieved, she offers a tentative smile in return. When he mentions the holey helmet, she says, "Oh, if you need to go and do that first, I mean… that sounds important. The books were amusing, aye. When he's Clark, he's such a sweet little goof."
Fredricks is off elsewhere, working in the depth of the Station as they discuss Superman Ha, Americana is more invasive than America!
Fischer seems happy, then. He shakes his head and smiles. "There's no rush, the fellow's gone off and I don't know his measurements." A soft laugh. "Otherwise he may end up wearing a bucket on his head. And I did like the ones I got too. Did you want my stack to read?" He offers. He seems happy they both liked it.
Annabelle seems mollified that Andrew's head can wait, smirking at the bucket comment. "Only if you're finished with them. You can have mine, if you like. Lois is so mean to him, though," Anna says disapprovingly. "If only she knew."
Well, it's true. "I would poke eye holes and maybe paint a little face on the bucket," Fischer offers. "And sure. I do have some time when I'm here." He seems to like stopping by. Maybe he looks up to Fredricks. Or finds peace with the parrots, who knows? "Yeah, I feel bad for him sometimes. But I wonder if she ever finds out?" Hmmm.
Annabelle chuckles a little. "Sure that would give the Nips a fright." She nods about poor Clark. "I feel badly for him as well. We'll have to ask the doctor, if he doesn't have the other stories here. I'm sure he knows." She certainly appreciates the company, and decides to say as much. "'Tis very good of you to always stop by. The doctor and Ben are always quite busy, it gets a bit lonely."
A grin. Fish seems amused. He nods. "Yeah, we should. And it's nothing, if anything, I'm wearing out the welcome mat. But Ben and you guys are good company." No, really. Fischer likes it here. "And I'm always glad to come by if it makes you smile, huh? Not enough of those out here," The German man considers. He's glad to stick around Annabelle and Fredricks. Ben too! He's cheering up a bit, closing his eyes. "Not like I'll be going back out for a bit. Maybe I'll find some coconut later."
"Nonsense," Anna admonishes him quickly. "You're always welcome." Yay, Fish! The talk of making her smile actually elicits another little smile, accompanied by a faint blush in her pale cheeks. "Aye, sometimes we need to be reminded of our blessings, and all we have to smile about. I was writing my aunt earlier, quite downhearted about being sick, but truth is I'm quite fortunate. Back at the mission, we saw several of the natives die from malaria. And the Reverend nearly as well. This isn't so bad." In comparison. She shakes her head and asks, "Have you ever drank the coconut juice? Or made coconut milk?"
"Thank you." Fish smiles. Daw. Annabelle blushes. They make Fish smile himself. "It's okay to get downhearted about being sick. This jungle has lots of fun little things," He frowns. "Though, I found a little snake the other day. Caught him eating some vermin. I let him go about his business. Figure enemy of my enemy and all," Fischer tilts his head. "You can make stuff with the coconut juice?" His eyes go wide. Bored engineer ahoy!
"Aye, 'tis a shame to see so many of the lads here take sick. One does get more used to things after a while. I know the water bothered us terribly when we first arrived. This is only the second time I've had malaria." Anna shrugs at that, then smiles a little at the mention of the snake. "I don't mind the snakes. My brothers would always try to scare me with them, but most of them are quite harmless. You have to watch out for the red and yellow ones here, though. They're deadly poisonous," she conveys the warning quite seriously, then answers, "Och, well, not the juice itself. It's just juice, you can drink it. Coconut milk you can make from the meat inside. And then you can use it in soups or sauces or what have you. 'Tis quite good."
"I see. Well," He looks around, "I may be getting sick soon too. They've cut back on my napalm and I run about with a BAR these days," He admits. Fish does not look forward to this. "It was kind of a cute little black snake. Beady eyes. Red and yellow, kill a fellow right?" He offers. Fischer pays some attention. "Awww, that's mean. Though I used to chase my sister with frogs. But frogs are kind of nice, like fat old fellows or something." Never mind the slime! He goes quiet, to lisetn about the juice and ooohs. "Interesting. I'll have to try it. They're going to tease me mercilessly though," He laughs softly. "I'm becoming a kitchen man." A smile at that.
"Frogs are cute, the way they hop around and all." Anna is definitely an outdoors girl. She smiles faintly at his joke. "Nothing wrong with that, aye. 'Tis good to be able to cook." Anna shakes her head. "Anyway, I do hope you don't take sick. 'Tis nothing I'd wish on anyone," Anna says, then reconsiders. "Well, maybe on the Nips, though I suppose that's not very charitable to say." She frowns at herself, then looks thoughtful and a little sad. "I keep having this dream, of the airfield being attacked and everyone fighting all about. I imagine shooting one of those…" She grinds her teeth a little, stopping short of swearing with some effort. "And I don't feel badly about it. Do you think that's awful?"
"They are!" Fischer nods. He smiles as she comments on the cooking. "I wouldn't, either. And I don't fault you for saying it. They have a habit of doing things most of us find awful. Pulling pins of grenades when medics come close, killing civilians, I don't understand it." Ironic, given the Germans' habits of booby trapping things. "I am sure they get sick the same though. Bugs don't seem to be picky eaters. German, Irish, they find us all tasty." He swats a bug, almost on cue. He pauses, at Annabelle's dream. He shakes his head. "Not at all. They've taken a lot from you. I think if anyone has a reason to be mad, most of all it's you." He shrugs and frowns. "No … not bad at all.
Annabelle nods, "Aye, I'm sure they do. They're not supermen either." Thank heavens for small favors. She looks relieved that Fish doesn't think it's awful, but frowns as the tales of Japanese deeds. "'Tis madness, what they do. When they came to the mission, the Reverend demanded to know what was going on, and they just shot him. No warning, just…" She shakes her head, seeming troubled by the memory. "I try not to think about that night, but these dreams - they're so vivid. It's bloody awful," she says very softly.
Pause. Fischer reaches over cautiously to gently pat Anna's back. "None of us are really." Not even the German(TM). He closes his eyes, "Yes. It is. I just find it strange, almost like this whole thing is an awful dream." He looks saddened by her story. Sure, Fish is a Catholic but a priest is a priest. One doesn't shoot them. He shakes his head, "It's - I'm sorry. Those things tend to linger in our dreams, even when we dont want to. You have my sympathies." If only there was something a Fish could do. "I think we're all very proud though, you've done so much for us."
Annabelle doesn't mind the pat. On the contrary, she takes advantage of Fish's opened arm to lean her head in against the crook of his shoulder. Propriety be damned, she needs the comfort, and Fish is one of the few she trusts here. She blinks back tears, but is not so callous as to ignore Fischer's troubles as well. "Thanks," she says softly. "I'm sure you've seen enough to trouble your dreams as well. This war is a bloody awful business.
Oh, Fish blushes a bit. But … he smiles and stays there. He looks touched. His dark blue eyes even seem warmer than usual. She'll be alright, he keeps steady there. Trying to be reassuring. The trust seems to mean a lot. Fish is a new(ish) NCO and not even one born in America. "You're welcome. My dreams are troubled at times, but I don't want to burden you. That is part of what Confession is for. My aunt'd have my hide if I missed too many." He offers lightly. "But I think - that's my job. It is an awful business," He admits. A soft sigh. "What's done is done, die are cast and it can't just be undone now. So we may as well finish it, huh?" A frown. "But - it'll be alright, okay? We're here for you too."
Annabelle is relieved that he didn't draw away. The gentle German is a good one to lean on when you're down, in this case quite literally. "'Tis not a burden," she assures him. "But I'm glad you at least talk to the Father about it." She nods slightly to his reassurances. "Aye, I know you are. I think without you, Vince, Ben and the doctor, I'd have fallen to pieces long ago. Means a lot to me," she adds quietly.
Fischer just keeps his little smile. He doesn't move away. And hey! He is a good wall/leaning post. Fischer's gentle by nature, when not setting things ablaze and welcoming them to Hell. "I think a lot of us would, if we didn't have one another. Amazing how you make friends even in this hellhole, huh? My english is getting better," He considers. "At least. But my accent won't go away," This is driving him mad it seems. He looks to her and smiles. "We're glad you're here with us too." Safe and well, being supportive. "Even if under these circumstances."
Annabelle continues to lean, nodding a little. "Aye, even people you've only known a few weeks you feel like you've known forever. Your English is quite good, actually. You should trust me - I was studying to be an English teacher before I came here." She smiles sadly. "I don't think I'd ever want to lose my accent, even if I went to live somewhere else. But I suppose it's different, with the war on."
"Funny how that works," Fischer admits. "Probably because we're here all the time," Nowhere to travel. "Thanks. I worked hard. We immigrated when I was little, but not that little." So his accent may well be a permanent fixture. His face clouds. "It is a bit different, I suppose. Because- I've turned my back on my country, where I was born," He looked pained. "But we liked the Jews we had for neighbors and Catholics aren't exactly popular. So there you go. Work was available and we left. America's been good to us," He considers. Then a smile. "An English teacher? That's a good job." Nodnod.
"Aye, it's like a family, being 'round each other all the time," Anna agrees. She can't really see his expression, but something in his voice makes her quietly sympathetic. "Turned your back by coming to America, you mean? That wasn't really your fault, if you were just a wee lad. Or do you mean on account of the war?" She smiles sadly at his comment about teaching. "Aye, it's funny to think how things might have turned out if I hadn't met Edward. But I still got to teach English, anyway, out here."
"Fighting for America. Germany's the enemy now," It's a tough thing for Fischer to reconcile. The cognitive dissonance would make a psych student's head implode. He shrugs a little. "But America's been good to us." He listens for a moment. "If you enjoy it, then don't stop. Plenty of people come and go and learn English," He considers. "The natives probably appreciate it so traders don't take advantage." He smiles at the family comment though, "In a way that's very true. How're you feeling?"
"Aye, that's rough," Anna says. She hadn't really thought of it like that, since they've been fighting with Japan. "The war with Germany seems so far away out here. But I don't think it's turning your back on your whole country, just trying to put out a mad bloke who's making a right fine mess of it." She nods slightly. "I don't know what I'll do when all this is done. Go back to teaching, or maybe go to school and be a proper nurse. Or maybe join the navy reserve. I like operating the radio." Missionary isn't high on the list, it seems. She nods to his question. "Very tired. That's the worst about all this. Now I'm afraid to close my eyes, though, because of these blasted dreams."
A shrug and a sad smile. "Oh, I know. It's just - hard to think about and people look at you funny." Fischer admits. He smiles at her ideas. "The radio is pretty fun," He considers. Fischer doesn't comment on the missionary business. "Hmm." He considering. WHat will a Fish do after this? He peers down. "Well. Um. I can stick nearby if you want. I've the evening off anyway. And I mostly gather things or muck about," He smiles. "I don't like to think about going back to shift. I have papers anyway, and they get mad if I cart the pencils off."
"Aye, it's not really fair." Anna hates to see Fish torn up about his nationality. She tilts her head a bit at his offer. "Could you?" she asks, timid but hopeful. She didn't want to ask, but it's clearly appreciated. "I suppose I ought to at least try to sleep again."
"Lots of things aren't, I suppose," Fish admits. It's hardly fair what happened to Anna after all. He smiles and shrugs a little. "Sure. I can stay sitting here or move over," A seat nearby. "You probably should. Doc'll have our heads if I kept you up." Grin.
"Good on ya," Anna replies gratefully. She smiles faintly at his comment. "You can stay here, I mean, if it's all right." Hoping it's not too awkward for him. "Maybe keep the bad dreams away." Fish can get them with his flamethrower, maybe. "Thanks, mate."
A headshake. Fish just smiles. "It's alright. It's here or I go find somewhere to get decorated. I do admit, it's fun to see what they hang off me from night to night." A soft laugh. "Rest well." Fish will chase the bad dreams with a flamethrower then.
