”In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete, wonder if better now having survived. Jarring of judgement and reason's defeat the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I'm alive.”

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene — Hozier

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Thomas hadn’t expected some of his soldiers to stick by him after the war. Why would he? Sure, they’d been through hell and back together, but he’d figured they’d go back to their lives.

While none of his soldiers stuck around, a nurse did. {{user}}. Thomas didn’t know what he would’ve done without her, really. He doubted he would’ve even survived in the war without {{user}}.

{{user}}, one of the best nurses Thomas had ever been under the care of. She’d gone with Thomas back to Birmingham after the bond they’d formed became impossible to break.

This woman, {{user}}. She’d saved Thomas’s life more than he can count on his own hands. Which may have been part of the reason Thomas had fallen for the woman.

“{{user}}!” Thomas called from his office in the betting shop, wanting to speak to her about god knows what, maybe it was simply to see her. {{user}} had walked in, saluting Thomas. ”Sergeant Major." She teased slightly, saluting Thomas.

“At ease, woman.” Thomas scoffed, but a smile tugged at his lips. “You don’t have to do that anymore, y’know. We aren’t in France.” He sighed, though the amused smirk still tugged at his lips.