Kensington and Dane listened to their orders carefully, a shuddering sigh escaping the senior airman as he adjusted his microphone and gave a response. "Understood, would be easier if we had the doctor on board so one of us doesn't have to worry about keeping the patient stable. We don't have a crew like most helicopters fit for evac, after all." He reported before they went straight to work. IT wasn't long though before an explosion disrupted the flow of motion and caught the two's attention. Where it originated from peaked Ken's concerns and he was close to breaking away from his current task to get a closer look at what had occurred, but in the end his faith in the others took over and he simply went back to being apart of the life saving system that followed after the fight. 

From patient to patient the airmen were at work. Despite the fact they were in the sky most of the time, they got their share of gruesome images and blood stained uniforms from the med evacs that were requested over the comms. It was a tiring job both physically and emotionally, but with Dane at his side the burden was less significant for they took turns with who was flying and who was keeping the patient stable. Occasionally, there was a medic on board, but that was only temporary. Eventually though their mission came to an end, and with Silver's orders they returned home, their uniforms and fur stained with crimson red until they were able to change out and wash up.

***

Time slowly went by, yet time wasn't something Kensington took note of while Dane was out sleeping in his new quarters. The senior airman, alone with the unopened six pack that was gifted to him once again was rather quiet, his shoulders slumped and his half closed eyes, plagued with drowsiness and the demand to sleep. The lack of numbers was putting up a heavy toll on him, and the mere fact he didn't see the doctor made him assume the worst. Was he right? He didn't want to know, but when the fox entered the main area, he knew that the answers were about to surface. The wolf didn't want to be the first one, but regardless of what he wanted he took the initiative to be one of the first to break the mood in the room and give his commanding officer the attention that was expected of him by setting the package of alcohol aside and standing up to face him. [i]Is someone else going to announce the Colonel's presence?[/i]