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Levi stood in front of the med tent, his head tipped slightly back as he examined a tree several yards away in a much needed moment of idleness. He exhaled, the smoke from his cigarette dispersing into the air in front of him, clouding his view for just a moment before floating away. He knew it was an unhealthy habit, one that could kill him, but did it really matter in the grand scheme of things? It’s not like he expected to make it home, anyway.

He took another drag from the nearly finished smoke and held it for a moment, thinking back to how unexpectedly chaotic the day had been. The unit that passed through had more wounded soldiers than not and he and the rest of the medical staff had spent the better part of the day patching people up, removing the occasional limb, and providing the rare but unfortunate final comforts.

Suffice to say, it was a long day.

He looked over at the sound of footsteps that cut through the rare, but stark, quiet. He gave the nurse that exited the tent a polite smile. “Is it morning already? The time seemed to fly by,” he said. He let out a breath of laughter at her question. “Not after the day we have had, I don’t think so.”

She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, smearing blood across her pale skin as she brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and murmured calm instructions to the soldier writhing under her hands. It was a minor wound, really, a ricochet that had caught him so firmly in the thigh that she’d have thought whatever pain he was in had him ready to beg them to amputate the leg entirely. “Easy, love. Easy. You’re fine, alright? Absolutely fine. We’ve stopped the bleeding, the bullet’s out. You’ve gotta breathe, understand? Or you’re going to pass out on the cot and neither of us wants that.” He stilled under her hands and she offered him a brief, brilliant smile as she stepped back to allow the doctor to finish their work. 

She stepped out of the medical tent with a cheerful grin, waving happily to the first person to meet her eyes, “Evenin’,” She paused to check the watch turned towards the inside of her wrist, “Well, mornin’ I suppose is more accurate. Don’t suppose it’s too early for a bit of a drink, is it?”

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“If you were fine, you would not be in my med tent threatening to vomit,” Levi said, unbothered by the prickly threat. “Besides, you would not be the first to do so. Now will you let me examine you? I know you do not want to be here and this would go much faster if you cooperated.”

“I said ’m fine, идиот. Give me some space. I may vomit on you, but I do not think I care.”

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volchitsakat:

Walking around a military base camp was never a good idea, since you never knew what you could end up seeing or doing, but not knowing the layout of the camp was much worse was Kat’s logic as she wandered around the camp. She came upon the medic tent, deciding that she would check it out since being on the good side of the medics was never a bad thing.

Entering the tent, she immediately spotted someone lounging around, looking somewhat bored. “Having fun I see” she smirked in a playful tone. 

Levi looked up at the sight of someone entering his tent and gave a polite chuckle at the observation. “Yes, I have much to keep me busy, as you can see,” He said, gesturing to the empty tent. “Is there something I can help you with?” 

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sovietati:

“I’ve been shot before, doc, and women are used to blood”, Tatiana said, limping over to a cot as pain shot up and down her leg, but completely ignored the hand he was offering. “It’s a few days old – I got it on my way here, and sort of fixed it myself. But there’s only so much you can do without proper equipment and they reopened.” Tatiana hissed as she sat down.

Levi decided not to waste time by explaining his concern. It wasn’t something that really mattered and he was more focused on attending to her injury. He simply hummed in acknowledgement as he retrieved a pair of gloves and his surgical tools. He propped her leg up on the cot, cut the fabric away, and leaned in to examine the wound. “Well, for a rush job with no equipment, it held well until now. It could be much worse.” He said, almost to himself, his voice low in concentration.

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apollovalenti:

“Questo è vero!” Marco agreed, vehemently. “Allora, I’m pretty sure I’ve had more than one American try to convince me of a false diagnosis after it turned out different to what they thought was wrong.“ He laughed slightly at the memory which had then been distinctly irritating, but was now nothing more than a laughable story and perfect proof of Levi’s statement. “Ecco la prova, I guess.”

“I wonder what it must be like to think you’re right all the time. Surely, life must be better,” Levi said, “Ignorance is bliss, yes? Or would it be a burden to be so smart?” He mused, a smirk on his face.

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sovietati:

“Hello?” Tatiana called, limping into the tent, one hand over her leg. The blood ran freely from between her fingers, staining her pants like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, there wasn’t a trace of pain in her voice, despite how much blood she’d lost and how pale she looked. “Excuse me? I’ve been shot.”

Levi immediately regretted his wish when he saw an injured young woman walk into his tent. He stood and walked over, looking down at the injury. “You seem very nonchalant about this,” He said. Her lack of urgency alarmed him, as it could mean she was already in shock. “Come, sit on that cot.” He instructed, offering a hand in case she needed help.

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agentdurant:

Tristan made his way to the medic tent — thankfully not for another set of stitches, but out of curiosity. It was rare he didn’t see his cousin at least once at some point during the day, and as far as he knew there hadn’t been an abundance of injuries — so where was he? Stealthy limbs snuck in the tent, a satisfied smirk crossing his features at the realization it was essentially empty. Effortlessly, he jumped onto the older male’s back, neck craning in attempts to see what paperwork the other was working on. “Quoi de neuf, enfoiré? The Irish say all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

Levi felt someone jump on him and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His entire body tensed up, his hands quickly curling into fists, and it was only when he heard his cousin’s familiar voice that his muscles began to relax. His heart was still racing, but the panic was turned to relief. “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec toi?” Levi demanded. “I’m sure the Irish know not to sneak up on people in the middle of a war.” He said bitterly.

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lunetist-victorios:

“There is always something somewhere that is needing to be done. But not all of it needs to be being done by you.” She poked him.

“I very much believe in the saying that if you want something done right, that you must do it yourself.” He said, wincing at her poke. He wasn’t used to such casual contact from anyone but his cousins. “I am very particular about the way things are done and the nurses are usually just as busy as me.”

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apollovalenti:

“Neither was I. It appears we have both been made ignorant.” Marco chuckled. “I would hate to be the one to break it to them that they are, in fact, speaking English. I’m sure they will be devastated.”

“I think it will be less devastated and more in denial. I would not be surprised if they argued back that they are actually speaking American.” Levi said, smirking. “You know Americans hate admitting they’re wrong.”  

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lunetist-victorios:

“I am not minding. I was wondering at seeing you out of it,” she teased, falling in to step with him. She also knew that if she didn’t go with him to the med tent, he might get held up and not actually make it around to eating.

Levi gave a small laugh. “I do tend to get distracted in there,” He admitted, “But there always seems to be something that needs to be done.” 

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lunetist-victorios:

“You never know what might be coming in useful one day.” 

“I was just thinking of coffee. Would you be minding if I walked with you?”

“This is true.”

“No, it’s no problem. I just have to drop off some papers at the med tent, if you don’t mind.”

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Levi felt bad that he was bored. Surely, in his line of work, being bored was a good thing, no? Still, he felt like he was going to explode if someone didn’t walk into his tent soon.

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lunetist-victorios:

“Just the surrounding areas,” she gestured around them. “I am thinking it is better to have some knowledge of where we are and what is around us.” 

“Where was it you were not sneaking off to?” 

“This is not a bad tactic to have in enemy territory,” He replied, nodding his head. “Oh, I was just headed to get something to eat. I forgot to eat today and my body has decided to express its outrage.” 

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lunetist-victorios:

Crina stood up from the crate she had taken as a seat, folding the map in her hands until it was small enough to fit in her pocket. 

“Just memorizing,” she shrugged. “You were not disturbing me. It was being time for a break. I was beginning to get a head hurt.”

“Puis, no harm no foul,” He said, offering a polite smile. “What were you memorizing, if you do not mind me asking?”

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“Oh, I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. You seemed very focused so I tried to walk quietly to not disturb you.” He said. “It clearly failed.”

“If you are wanting to be sneaking up on me, you are going to have be trying to be quieter.”

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“I was not aware American was a language. It seems my time away from my studies has made me ignorant.” Levi said, allowing a small huff of a chuckle to escape.

Marco snickered at the poster which one of the spies had brought back to camp. “Che cazzo?” He said, one eyebrow arched as he found himself vaguely amused by it’s illustrations. “I’ll tell Hitler to go fuck himself in whatever language I please, grazie mille.”

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rogueborde:

“Maybe if you could major in this you’d pass your classes.”

Levi scoffed in mock offense. “I will have you know that I am a model student, thank you.” He said, pointing at Gui with one of his paddles. “And I am offended that you would imply otherwise.”