"Each moment of worry, anxiety or stress represents lack of faith in miracles, for they never cease." - T.F. Hodge

Eugene Roe walked aimlessly in the forest; the only thing on his mind was to keep moving to prevent himself from getting trench foot, like poor Toye, and to get to his ordered destination. He checked up on the men's foxholes once in a while, but his mind kept drifting off to nothing. The silence of the woods didn't help, it just made the days seem slower. Day and night began to fuse together as he lost track of the hours, and memories events started to become muddled . All he knew is that when someone shouted "medic" that he'd be there to support in anyway he could. It was automatic to him at this point, but the past few days he'd become slower to react when he was summoned. Winter's noticed Roe's fatigue and told him to go to the little town in Bastogne and take a little R&R.

It didn't feel right, to keep going back to the ruined town. He mostly went back to gather more supplies but staying there just to rest didn't seem fair to everyone else. The rest of the men had to stay and fight in the godforsaken woods with very little breaks from the fighting or the cold. But orders were orders, and there was no doubt that Roe had grown weary these past few days. He concluded to himself that his time in the town wouldn't go to waste, that he would help out with the wounded in the church. He was sure Renee wouldn't mind the extra help, and Roe wasn't someone who could sit with nothing to do for too long without a purpose, it made him restless.

"Hey, Doc." A voice came from below him. Roe glanced down to see Martin sitting in a foxhole. His helmet was off; he had a piece of paper pressed to it and was writing quickly with a dull pencil.

"Yes, Sergeant?" Doc asked, sliding into the foxhole to join him. Martin was a stern man and could be very intimidating at times, but the men of Easy still loved him nonetheless. Martin finished whatever he was writing and folded the paper up. He held the paper close to himself in his callused hands for a moment, then extended his arm to give it to Roe, not looking him in the eye the entire time.

"Can you bring this into town, please? I want it to be sent out." Martin finally said. Roe took the folded paper and looked down at it, it read 'Patricia' in neat letters. Martin took out another piece of paper and ripped it in half. He scribbled something down on it and handed that to Roe too. Roe saw that it was an address, along with a request to get stamps and envelopes. Martin looked a little melancholy and preoccupied, which was very unlike him. Since the death of Julian and being forced to leave him behind while he was dying, many of the men had lost their morale, Martin included. Roe held both papers in his shivering hands, waiting for further instructions.

"It's a letter to my wife. It's important that it gets mailed out." Martin muttered, not looking at Roe but staring straight ahead. The Sergeant twisted his wedding band on his finger, absentmindedly.

"Sure thing, Sarge." Roe replied, placing the papers gently in his pack. The medic climbed out of the foxhole. Roe started to leave when he heard Martin speak up again.

"Thanks, Doc." He said, quietly, finally meeting his gaze. Roe gave him a half smile and nodded.

Roe continued to to walk on, as he tried to find his way to the jeep that would take him into the town. He passed another foxhole; he could hear mild chatter of some of the Company men coming from in it but it ceased when Roe approached.

"Ah, Doc, it's just you." Roe heard Malarkey pipe up from in the foxhole. "We thought you were Foxhole Norman for a second." Malarkey was referring to Lieutenant Dike, whom the men weren't very fond of, and neither was Roe for that matter. Roe didn't answer and kept on walking when Malarkey stopped him. He saw Guarnere and Muck in the foxhole as well, staring up at Roe with a friendly but sleepy smiles.

"Say, Doc, you're going into town again, right?" Malarkey asked, emerging from the foxhole.

Roe nodded.

"Could you by any chance bring back some supplies? The boys have been in a slump lately, and I thought that maybe some extra supplies could make them a little happier." Malarkey had been right about that. Supplies were dangerously low as it is, and it seemed like they weren't going to get as much stock as they needed. Whenever someone was heading into town it almost felt customary to bring something back to the soldiers that remained.

"What do you need?"

"Um… cigarettes, extra socks, paper, anything like that. And, oh- maybe some more of that chocolate you had that Babe mentioned." Malarkey gave Roe a sly smile. He somehow found out that a woman had given Roe the chocolate. How he found out, Roe wasn't sure, but he didn't think that Malarkey knew that it was Renee.

"Sure. I'll do my best." Roe gave him a curt nod. Malarkey smiled warmly and clapped him on the shoulder. He jumped back into his foxhole and Roe kept on walking.

Back in the ruins Roe wandered around, going over the list of things he had to do while he was here. This was supposed to be his time to rest, as Winter's ordered, but Roe didn't mind doing favors for others. He liked feeling busy, and hated sitting around. He knew he had to find someone that that was constantly mobile to see if they could send off Martin's letter to England so it could be sent back to the States. But Roe needed to find envelopes before he could do so, which he knew was going to be difficult. Roe also went over the list of items that Malarkey had said to him. Finding those items would be difficult, too, but Roe knew the first place he'd stop at to look was the church. He looked over the ruined town, which seemed eerily quiet today. There wasn't many people rushing around like usual, in fact Roe didn't see anyone at all other than the dead bodies scattered around. Roe began to walk toward the church, kicking an empty bottle out of his way in his stride. It was strange that there was no one around, almost like everyone was hiding from something.

"Eugene!" A familiar voice called out. Roe turned his head to see Renee jogging toward him. Her usual kind and calm face was contorted with worry. Her eyes were wide and alert, which made Roe feel very uneasy. She stopped in front of him and gripped the sides of his arms, panting for breath.

"What's going on?" Roe asked, concerned.

"Someone in town thought they saw a unit of German troops rolling in, but that's not important right now, you need to follow me!" She exasperated. She tried to pull on Roe's sleeve but he didn't budge. "Come on, Eugene we have to move!"

"Wait a minute- are there really Germans coming in? Is the town hiding out?" Roe didn't want to follow her until he got some answers. The frantic nurse stared back at him with intense eyes. She tugged on Roe's sleeve again, trying to make him follow her.

"Please, we don't have time for this! The town hiding is just precautionary. Just follow me!" Renee begged. Both of her hands cupped his hand as she gave him a look of desperation. She bit her lip, hoping that he would oblige. Roe sighed, giving in, and followed her. She pulled him with surprising strength; he actually had a hard time keeping up with her. "I'll explain everything when we get there. Do you have any medical supplies on you?" She glanced back at him as she ran and pulled him along. He tapped on his pack with his free hand to indicate that he did.

"Is someone hurt, Renee?" Roe questioned, starting to feel more and more worried as she dragged him deeper into the ruined town.

"Yes and no… you'll see when we get there." She called over her shoulder. She made a sharp left turn, almost making Roe slip and fall on his side. He gathered himself and she pulled him rapidly to the front of a building. It looked like some kind of house and it was surprising that it was still standing. Most of the buildings in this area had been reduced to rubble. Renee let go of Roe's wrist and went to hastily knock on the door. A paranoid looking woman answered the door, but she looked instantly relived when she saw Renee.

"Où avez-vous été? Elle souffre encore!" The woman asked her in French, waving her arms around as she talked.

"Je suis désolé, je devais trouver de l'aide." Renee responded, stepping aside to show the woman the medic that she'd brought with her. The woman looked skeptical but opened the door so they could go in. Renee looked back at Roe and motioned him inside. He stepped in the dimly lit house as the woman closed the door behind him. The first thing he heard was someone moaning in pain.

Roe looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Renee went over to him and sighed, trying to stay calm.

"There's a woman here who needs our help. I can't find anyone else around that wanted to come. They were too afraid of the Germans." She explained quickly. "But we don't have much time, she needs help immediately."

"Where is she?" Roe asked. She led him to what looked like the kitchen. There was a young woman, whom looked like she was in her mid-twenties with long brown hair that ran past her shoulders. She was lying on a wooden table, her belly was swelled and it looked like she was bleeding from the bottom of her dress. The young woman was in labor.

Roe shook his head and began to back out of the room, nervously. He had never seen a woman give birth before, and he had no idea what to do. Renee quickly went over to him and grabbed his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes again. The woman that had opened the door dabbed the pregnant woman with a wet cloth on her forehead, wiping off the beads of sweat. The pregnant woman continued to moan in agony, clutching the sides of the table from time to time.

"Please, Eugene. She's having trouble, and there's a great chance that she'll hemorrhage to death. It looks like it could be a uterine rupture. I need your help with the delivery. Please, you're a good medic." Renee looked back at the pregnant woman then back at Roe. He sighed, knowing that the decent thing to do would be to try and help. But he knew that he could be holed up here for a while, which wouldn't be good to stay away from the rest of Easy Company too long. He had a post to get back to, although Winter's had never specified a time that he wanted him to return. Roe sighed, afraid but he knew what he had to do. He nodded at Renee, agreeing to help her.

"S'il vous plaît dépêchez-vous!" The other woman cried. She kept the cool cloth on the pregnant woman's head, but it didn't seem to be doing much for her. Renee propped up a stool that she found in the corner at the end of the table, facing the pregnant woman's spread out legs. She peered under her dress, studying the bleeding and the woman's dilation.

"Let me see what's in your medical pack." Renee ordered Roe, softly. Her tone had changed drastically; Roe assumed that she was trying to seem relaxed so the two women wouldn't freak out. He took off his pack and started taking out all the items in it, including Martin's letter. He was scared as hell, even more than he was in the woods. But he knew that it had to be done. He had an innocent life to help save.

Author's Note:
I've been wanting to write a BoB fanfiction for a long time, but always had trouble coming up with a story until recently. I'm trying to make it is accurate as possible, given the fictional events being added, so I hope it's okay. And I'm sorry if the French isn't totally correct. I was using Google Translator for it.

Thanks for reading!