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I didn’t fuck this up.
I got here on time!
I got us here with time to spare!
I did everything I fucking could!
Everything I was supposed to!
The kid was on life-support due to the doctors knowing we were coming…how could her body still crap out on her?
Why did it have to fail her?!
She was so fucking young!
Jo Jo’s shoulder sag expressing the defeat I feel leaves me with no choice but to shut my eyes to stop the tears from falling.
I can’t cry.
Not now.
They need to be strong.
This is my team.
If I don’t lead it, more die.
And I do not want nor need more of this shit on my conscience.
The smallest sniffle is given prior to me shaking off the sadness. “Wait for Dr. Campbell inside where it’s warm. I’ll begin preparing the aircraft for our return. I need to verify whether or not there’s anything we need to transfer back.”
She offers me nodding of comprehension, short dirty blonde hair bouncing around as she tries to keep it together.
Her first assignment that ended in death.
It hasn’t happened often during my time in charge, but it has happened.
Sadly, it doesn’t get any easier.
Each time an organ fails to reach an intended match it hurts just as much as it did the first time.
I hate that pain.
That haunting ache.
The nightmares that ensue.
It’s hard to ignore the nagging in my mind that’s telling me that I’ll hate all that shit even more once my own child is born.
It’s moments like this that prove Nat’s right.
I do need someone there for me.
Someone whose shoulder I can lean on.
Cry on.
And that someone – for better or for worse – is Tate O’Clery.
