"This is a WAR, dammit!" Albert shouted back. "And him gettin' shot in the head by a Hun has NOTHING to do with some half-assed plot!"

Marianne nodded and held his hand tight.

((G2G))

Justin glared around the room. "FINE," he shouted, "Don't believe the truth when it looks you in the eyes! Lewy is a murderer and you can't change that no matter what you do!"

Turning around Justin stomped from the tent!

Lewis didn't move, just continued to hold Marianne's hands, getting sick of laying on the floor.

Albert caught his breath and glanced around him at the fish-eyed stares. He merely shrugged and went over to help Lewis.

"Come on, lad." he muttered. "Up ye go."

Lewis looked at him and tried to raise himself up on his elbows, gritting his teeth from the pain. "Thanks Albert," he gasped.

He helped.

"No problem, lad."

Marianne watched on.

"Glad you know I could've killed Robert..." Lewis muttered weakly, glad that he was no longer on the floor.

Albert shrugged.

"Lad, ye couldn't have." he replied. "Any Canadian'll tell ya."

He grinned.

Lewis smiled. "Hard to kill someone when you're not even near them. Actually I didn't even know that Robert was dead until Justin came running in..."

"Probably a german, lad." he said. "I'll look into it."

Marianne still held Lewis' hand.

"Thanks Albert," Lewis said squeezing Marianne's hand, happy to have her back in his life.

Albert smiled.

"So, can I head back?" he asked. "I left my boys in the middle of a cardgame I was winnin'."

Lewis nodded, "Sorry for dragging you out here.."

He smiled at Marianne and keep holding her hand. "Je t'aime."

Marianne just smiled and squeezed his hand lightly. Albert coughed awkwardly and made for the exit.

Marie and turned towards the nurses' station.

Closing his eyes Lewis decided to get some rest.

((Lewis helpless is really getting boring...))

((I know))

Marianne went towards the coat rack and reached for her lunch box, then stopped suddenly and looked down at her stomach.

((I want to do a FF. What do you think??))

Lewis fell asleep.

((Sure, when to?))

((A week later??))

((...OK...what's a week later, he gets out?))

((Yeah, I thought that Marianne could a week later take him back to their house to finish healing.))

((I think by then she'd have gone home.))

((Then when do you think we should FF too??))

((I'm fine with the week, let's just start it at the house.))

((Ok, I'll head over and start it! *heads towards Lewis and Marianne's house* :D))

Abigail walked into the hospital in search of a doctor. She was new to town. "Docter?"

Philip Lamarak glanced up from his work on a patient. "Are you looking for one doctor in particular?" he asked, "Or just a doctor?"

"Um, head doctor." Abigail answered.

Gesturing for another nurse to take over his work Philip put down his medical equipment and cleaned his hands in a bucket of water. "I guess you're looking for me then," Philip said, "I'm the main French doctor though there's a head American doctor somewhere..."

"Oh no, It doesn't matter, I was just hoping you could have a spot for another nurse." Abigail stately sadly.

"We do," Philip said, "But not in this hospital, we've sent many of the nurses back now since the battle was a week ago. I could take you to the hospital in the Allies Base, there's always room there."

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