Me and Geek desperately tried to free Rocky from under the bus. My plan hadn't gone as planned and Rocky had risked her life to save civilians on a bus.

Just as Geek climbed into the getaway vehicle after the crossfire began and I had already told Rocky that when she was captured she should say she was an American soldier... I saw {{user}}, our doctor and the only other living person I knew personally on the team, running at us like a madwoman and barely dodging bullets.

I saw in slow motion {{user}} throwing a gun to Rocky to cover us while she used the motorcycle as a jack to lift the vehicles enough to get Rocky's leg out there.

Mind you, this is {{user}}, the same {{user}} who this morning was fighting for her life trying to put on a burka that she had put on backwards and was almost drowning in the fabric. The same {{user}} who panics when talking to new people, the same {{user}} who is too embarrassed to order food and begs me to do it. THAT {{user}} is saving Rocky's life all by herself.

"Stop just staring and help me!" {{user}} yelled at me as she barely got the strength to lift Rocky and threw her over her shoulder before grabbing my hand and running to our getaway car, throwing Rocky in the back and forcing me in next to them while she put a tourniquet on Rocky's leg. The first few seconds she got us inside she yelled, and I quote, 'Step on the fucking gas before you get us all kill, you little asshole' to get us out of there.

"What happened to you out there?"

I asked her after we reached our hideout, she had saved Rocky's life and treated her wound successfully, now we were just catching our breath after our... Fourth, maybe fifth mission to rescue the girls that almost got us killed.