G. I. Joe Fan Fiction / Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Unsung Heroes: Mission One ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight

Edwin Steen didn't know how long he sat like that, his dark eyes on the examination table where Billy Coen was sleeping, his heart and his head warring with one another. Looking at the Marine's pale face, the medic felt something well up inside of him and he had to close his eyes for a few moments to regain his composure.

Edwin knew what he had to do, and sitting there was only temporarily putting off the inevitable. As much as he cared for Billy, Lifeline knew he had no choice. He tried to console himself with the thought that Billy would understand because he was also a soldier. Rising to his feet, he moved to one of the cabinets and took out an instant camera that he kept there. Taking the camera, he stepped to Billy's bedside.

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Sealing up the large manila envelope, Edwin placed it on the counter top before turning back to look at Billy's slumbering form, a slight twitch of pain jabbing at the Marine as the medic watched.

Quietly, Lifeline had taken several photos of the marks on Billy's chest. These he had placed inside the envelope along with copies of notes he had made regarding the marks, the Marine's vitals and any other pertinent information. He had also included several samples of Billy's blood as well as copies of the photographs of the samples taken from the apparent virus victims that the Joes had retrieved, along with copies of the notes he had made after examining them.

Standing there silently for a few moments, Lifeline looked at Billy before squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. Swallowing, he tapped his comm. “Duke?”

After a few moments, the big blonde's voice answered back. “Lifeline?”

“Yes.” Edwin's eyes were on Billy as he spoke.

“What is it?”

“I . . .” Once again the medic had to steady himself. “I need to talk to you.”

“What's going on?”

“I need you to come down to the Infirmary.” Lifeline could hear the puzzled tone in his commander's voice. “It's uh, it's important.”

There was a slight tone of urgency in Duke's voice. “What's wrong?”

“We uh . . . we might have a situation,” Edwin responded quietly.

“I'll be right there,” Duke replied, then switched off the com and glanced down at Billy's file, still laying closed on his desk. The big blonde had the sneaking suspicion the “time bomb” he'd been warned about had just gone off.

 

To be continued . . .