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@cathy-joseph-hayes
My name is Catherine Hayes. Though, in front of my comrades, I go by Joseph or "Josie". I'm a noblewoman serving as a foot soldier in Sir Henry Clinton's army.
Close friends: Frederick Kenneth, Hamilton, and Mabel
Acquaintances: Charles Gray, William Fletcher, and Henry Reed
Ages: 22-35
NSFW questions will be ignored.
I want to write my fanfic <- isn’t writing my fanfic
Freddie I never knew you were interested in that
//I MEANT TO RB THIS ON MY MAIN FUCK
//LMFAO
//But ironically this reminded me to write my oneshot of tf!avid being allergic to pollen
If I suffer he has to suffer too
//its now my hc that Freddie writes fanfiction
HE DOESNT THO
//this reblog mistake was too much to pass to not make a Crack hc
// ITLL NEVER BE CANON THO HE'D ABSOLUTELY NOT WRITE FANFICTION
I don't know what "fanfiction" is but it sounds like it could be an enjoyable activity..
coming from the idiot who wrote about his entire love life with the Colonel.
Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes
A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression
"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.
Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!
"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.
"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful
"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa
She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.
"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."
Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned
"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice
Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.
He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?
She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.
Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.
"Hayes?"
He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.
"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.
"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.
Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?
Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?
He sighed.
"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."
It looked silly, admittedly, but...she poked her head out from between the flaps of her tent. Her face was red and tears were brimming but her expression was stern.
"I know not the details of his mission....but..., should he not return come January 1st-I will personally find and retrieve him myself."
She looked dead serious.
It's not that she didn't trust his capabilities. But she wasn't sure she could hold out much longer with their unfinished business weighing on her and also didn't know how intuitive Washington's men were.
Jonathan laughed a little
"May I join you, then? I just worry about him, that is all." He asked her with a small laugh and a pat to the soldiers shoulder.
He did take her seriously, as he did every soldier here, but the relief of not being ignored and / or met with anger stole a small laugh from the man
She pouted for a brief moment then sighed and averted her gaze
"I suppose so. And I appreciate the honesty, Smith."
She wasn't sure whether she should be angry at Freddie for not telling her or start coming up with an elaborate plan to get back on his good side. She was leaning towards the latter.
Jonathan smiled "I appreciate you worrying abt him, he needs such friends as you, regardless of your disagreement." He told her honestly.
To be honest Jonathan was relieved that he was not the only person who worries about Frederick and misses him.
Cathy wasn't too certain they really were 'friends' anymore. Regardless of what Jonathan had told her. Leaving like this at this moment felt like getting stabbed.
She gave him a fake smile.
"*chuckle* I suppose you're right. Now, if you excuse me, I uh have some writing I'd like to work on."
Before he could even respond, she ducked her head back into the tent and closed the flaps. She needed to think.
Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes
A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression
"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.
Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!
"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.
"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful
"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa
She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.
"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."
Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned
"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice
Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.
He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?
She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.
Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.
"Hayes?"
He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.
"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.
"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.
Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?
Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?
He sighed.
"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."
It looked silly, admittedly, but...she poked her head out from between the flaps of her tent. Her face was red and tears were brimming but her expression was stern.
"I know not the details of his mission....but..., should he not return come January 1st-I will personally find and retrieve him myself."
She looked dead serious.
It's not that she didn't trust his capabilities. But she wasn't sure she could hold out much longer with their unfinished business weighing on her and also didn't know how intuitive Washington's men were.
Jonathan laughed a little
"May I join you, then? I just worry about him, that is all." He asked her with a small laugh and a pat to the soldiers shoulder.
He did take her seriously, as he did every soldier here, but the relief of not being ignored and / or met with anger stole a small laugh from the man
She pouted for a brief moment then sighed and averted her gaze
"I suppose so. And I appreciate the honesty, Smith."
She wasn't sure whether she should be angry at Freddie for not telling her or start coming up with an elaborate plan to get back on his good side. She was leaning towards the latter.
Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes
A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression
"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.
Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!
"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.
"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful
"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa
She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.
"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."
Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned
"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice
Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.
He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?
She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.
Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.
"Hayes?"
He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.
"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.
"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.
Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?
Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?
He sighed.
"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."
It looked silly, admittedly, but...she poked her head out from between the flaps of her tent. Her face was red and tears were brimming but her expression was stern.
"I know not the details of his mission....but..., should he not return come January 1st-I will personally find and retrieve him myself."
She looked dead serious.
It's not that she didn't trust his capabilities. But she wasn't sure she could hold out much longer with their unfinished business weighing on her and also didn't know how intuitive Washington's men were.
Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes
A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression
"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.
Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!
"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.
"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful
"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa
She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.
"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."
Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes
A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression
"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.
Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!
"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.
Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes
A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression
Frederick sat on a tree stump, glaring at a letter gripped tightly in his hands
@cathy-joseph-hayes @eleison-difiori
Cathy approaches him quietly, noticing he seems lost in thought, she leans down before him and waves a hand in front of his face...specifically over the letter in his hand to be sure she'll snag his attention
Fredericks head snapped up
"Cathy. What in Gods name are you doing?"
He asked, surprise evident in his voice
she smiled.
"well you were glaring at that letter like it just smacked you in the face. So...call me nosy but...-"
*makes some vague hand gestures to silently/politely say; "what's up with the letter?"*
"Well, it's from my grandparents. They demand I cease this "childish rebellion" of mine and return to them to Germany. Which is absolutely not an option."
He said with some anger evident in his tone of voice
Her smile fell briefly...then returned, looking almost mischievous but she was clearly trying her best to feign innocence...to no avail.
"Let me see it."
he hesistantly gave her the letter, which was basically the grandparents berating him and demanding him to come "home" to them.
She read it over then once she was done, she just rolled her eyes and folded the letter back up
"Oh yes. I'm quite familiar with this Bullocks. My sisters are quite similar. Would you like my assistance in writing a retort?"
She definitely was volunteering to lay into them.
"Yeah, of course" He said with a smile.
He was sure his grandparents would seethe over the letter Cathy and he would write them, which was a satisfying mental image. He didn't care about the consequences because there was an ocean between him and his tornmentors and they refuse to step on foreign land unless it's for a fancy celebration.
Frederick sat on a tree stump, glaring at a letter gripped tightly in his hands
@cathy-joseph-hayes @eleison-difiori
Cathy approaches him quietly, noticing he seems lost in thought, she leans down before him and waves a hand in front of his face...specifically over the letter in his hand to be sure she'll snag his attention
Fredericks head snapped up
"Cathy. What in Gods name are you doing?"
He asked, surprise evident in his voice
she smiled.
"well you were glaring at that letter like it just smacked you in the face. So...call me nosy but...-"
*makes some vague hand gestures to silently/politely say; "what's up with the letter?"*
"Well, it's from my grandparents. They demand I cease this "childish rebellion" of mine and return to them to Germany. Which is absolutely not an option."
He said with some anger evident in his tone of voice
Her smile fell briefly...then returned, looking almost mischievous but she was clearly trying her best to feign innocence...to no avail.
"Let me see it."
he hesistantly gave her the letter, which was basically the grandparents berating him and demanding him to come "home" to them.
She read it over then once she was done, she just rolled her eyes and folded the letter back up
"Oh yes. I'm quite familiar with this Bullocks. My sisters are quite similar. Would you like my assistance in writing a retort?"
She definitely was volunteering to lay into them.
Frederick sat on a tree stump, glaring at a letter gripped tightly in his hands
@cathy-joseph-hayes @eleison-difiori
Cathy approaches him quietly, noticing he seems lost in thought, she leans down before him and waves a hand in front of his face...specifically over the letter in his hand to be sure she'll snag his attention
Fredericks head snapped up
"Cathy. What in Gods name are you doing?"
He asked, surprise evident in his voice
she smiled.
"well you were glaring at that letter like it just smacked you in the face. So...call me nosy but...-"
*makes some vague hand gestures to silently/politely say; "what's up with the letter?"*
I finally drew the Kenneth farm
if u can't read it, I'll put it here too:
Property belongs to the Kenneth family since around the 10th century
The house has been built around the 980s
The tree was planted in the 1400s
The well has been standing there since the 12th century
The stable can house up to 4 horses (Freddie owns a horse there - its name is Paul)
The animals can walk around anywhere (except the chickens since they can and will bite)
The river water is very clean, just like the well water
The forest is forbidden for the kids to enter
Gilroy wanted to live here with his wife
Freddie once fell into the river when he was a kid. Isa too. Gilroy too. (@hamalicious-soup would Joseph also fall into the river? 👀)
The tree is the top Shadow source + it's NobleFarms fave hangout spot
The wheat is usually only used for the bread baking, which is Freddies task ever since he was a kid
Sometimes stray forest animals come to the farm. Freddie adores them
The family owns 1 gu which is only used for hunting. Freddie was taught how to use it when he was 15.
There is somewhere a graveyard, but no one knows where
The house is able to house around 25-30 people
The barn is also able to house up to 5 people
@papers-pamphlet @unicornsaures @marsfingershurt
my pathetic ass English boy would jump into that river to escape 75 F heat.
PAHA I CAN SEE THAT
Freddie meanwhile is dunking his feet in the water and watching him with a "wtf r u doing?" Expression
Joseph doesn't care, he'll happily just poke his head out of the nice cool water like a little brown duck.
Frederick sat on a tree stump, glaring at a letter gripped tightly in his hands
@cathy-joseph-hayes @eleison-difiori
Cathy approaches him quietly, noticing he seems lost in thought, she leans down before him and waves a hand in front of his face...specifically over the letter in his hand to be sure she'll snag his attention
The man sat in the nurse tent, hair tied back and his eyes empty as he looked at his unconscious friend. His hand held the hand of the unconscious man, he subconsciously traced a pattern onto it, just to feel the warmth and be ready should it disappear
@mabel-walsh @cathy-joseph-hayes @dieechteanna @adele-antos @thatirishnurse
The rather short soldier cautiously but quietly opens the tent flaps and anxiously approaches the duo
Frederick doesn't notice her, too caught up in his own racing mind
She's honestly not sure if she even WANTS to be noticed
(OOC// Can't recall if Freddie and cathy talked everything out BEFORE or AFTER Jonathan got shot tbh)
(OOC// Freddie talked with her after he got the information he gathered to his superior since he knew they desperately had to talk. Jonathan got shot a few days after Freddie arrived back at camp. So, they talked before Jonathan got shot)
Frederick sighed heavily, still not noticing the other soldier in the room.
She clears her throat once she's a bit closer *Ahem*
Frederick flinchey a little bit
Who-?
he turned around, finally seeing Catherine
Hey, Catherine.
Her expression is sullen
Hey.
She approaches him, now standing beside him, she can see how clearly exhausted he is, whether it be from crying or simple stress or, was he even sleeping?
You should get some rest, I can watch over him for you.
are you sure? What if something happens and I'm not here to help him?
He look at her, the exhaustion is not overwhelmed by uncertainity. Logically, he knows that it would not happen. But the fear was still there, still eating away at his sanity.
That's what nurses are for.
She gives him a very gentle reassuring pat on the back and a little smile
...besides you really do look a mess. is that really what you want Jonathan to see when he wakes up?
I- he cut himself off with a sigh
I guess you're right. It's just- I'm worried. So, so worried. What if he never wakes up?
he wipes the tears that have begun to appear in his eyes with his hand away
She pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back
Hey. Don't talk like that. You focus on yourself for now and I'll keep an eye on him. He won't die on my watch, I promise you that.
And I don't want to hear any 'buts' or 'what-ifs'. You can't help him in your current state.
The 'tough love' was certainly ill-timed but she was never all that good at comforting people...neither was her brother...both of them were quite emotionally inept but the sentiment was there and clear-to express she cared and was worried about him
He had to involuntarily smile a small smile, even if it looked rather pathetic in his messy state.
Thanks, Cathy he said and then hugged her again, desperate for some sort of comfort and shelter from his ever racing mind
She takes Frederick's place at Jonathan's bedside and pays the blond another reassuring smile that 'everything will be okay'
The man sat in the nurse tent, hair tied back and his eyes empty as he looked at his unconscious friend. His hand held the hand of the unconscious man, he subconsciously traced a pattern onto it, just to feel the warmth and be ready should it disappear
@mabel-walsh @cathy-joseph-hayes @dieechteanna @adele-antos @thatirishnurse
The rather short soldier cautiously but quietly opens the tent flaps and anxiously approaches the duo
Frederick doesn't notice her, too caught up in his own racing mind
She's honestly not sure if she even WANTS to be noticed
(OOC// Can't recall if Freddie and cathy talked everything out BEFORE or AFTER Jonathan got shot tbh)
(OOC// Freddie talked with her after he got the information he gathered to his superior since he knew they desperately had to talk. Jonathan got shot a few days after Freddie arrived back at camp. So, they talked before Jonathan got shot)
Frederick sighed heavily, still not noticing the other soldier in the room.
She clears her throat once she's a bit closer *Ahem*
Frederick flinchey a little bit
Who-?
he turned around, finally seeing Catherine
Hey, Catherine.
Her expression is sullen
Hey.
She approaches him, now standing beside him, she can see how clearly exhausted he is, whether it be from crying or simple stress or, was he even sleeping?
You should get some rest, I can watch over him for you.
are you sure? What if something happens and I'm not here to help him?
He look at her, the exhaustion is not overwhelmed by uncertainity. Logically, he knows that it would not happen. But the fear was still there, still eating away at his sanity.
That's what nurses are for.
She gives him a very gentle reassuring pat on the back and a little smile
...besides you really do look a mess. is that really what you want Jonathan to see when he wakes up?
I- he cut himself off with a sigh
I guess you're right. It's just- I'm worried. So, so worried. What if he never wakes up?
he wipes the tears that have begun to appear in his eyes with his hand away
She pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back
Hey. Don't talk like that. You focus on yourself for now and I'll keep an eye on him. He won't die on my watch, I promise you that.
And I don't want to hear any 'buts' or 'what-ifs'. You can't help him in your current state.
The 'tough love' was certainly ill-timed but she was never all that good at comforting people...neither was her brother...both of them were quite emotionally inept but the sentiment was there and clear-to express she cared and was worried about him
The man sat in the nurse tent, hair tied back and his eyes empty as he looked at his unconscious friend. His hand held the hand of the unconscious man, he subconsciously traced a pattern onto it, just to feel the warmth and be ready should it disappear
@mabel-walsh @cathy-joseph-hayes @dieechteanna @adele-antos @thatirishnurse
The rather short soldier cautiously but quietly opens the tent flaps and anxiously approaches the duo
Frederick doesn't notice her, too caught up in his own racing mind
She's honestly not sure if she even WANTS to be noticed
(OOC// Can't recall if Freddie and cathy talked everything out BEFORE or AFTER Jonathan got shot tbh)
(OOC// Freddie talked with her after he got the information he gathered to his superior since he knew they desperately had to talk. Jonathan got shot a few days after Freddie arrived back at camp. So, they talked before Jonathan got shot)
Frederick sighed heavily, still not noticing the other soldier in the room.
She clears her throat once she's a bit closer *Ahem*
Frederick flinchey a little bit
Who-?
he turned around, finally seeing Catherine
Hey, Catherine.
Her expression is sullen
Hey.
She approaches him, now standing beside him, she can see how clearly exhausted he is, whether it be from crying or simple stress or, was he even sleeping?
You should get some rest, I can watch over him for you.
are you sure? What if something happens and I'm not here to help him?
He look at her, the exhaustion is not overwhelmed by uncertainity. Logically, he knows that it would not happen. But the fear was still there, still eating away at his sanity.
That's what nurses are for.
She gives him a very gentle reassuring pat on the back and a little smile
...besides you really do look a mess. is that really what you want Jonathan to see when he wakes up?
The man sat in the nurse tent, hair tied back and his eyes empty as he looked at his unconscious friend. His hand held the hand of the unconscious man, he subconsciously traced a pattern onto it, just to feel the warmth and be ready should it disappear
@mabel-walsh @cathy-joseph-hayes @dieechteanna @adele-antos @thatirishnurse
The rather short soldier cautiously but quietly opens the tent flaps and anxiously approaches the duo
Frederick doesn't notice her, too caught up in his own racing mind
She's honestly not sure if she even WANTS to be noticed
(OOC// Can't recall if Freddie and cathy talked everything out BEFORE or AFTER Jonathan got shot tbh)
(OOC// Freddie talked with her after he got the information he gathered to his superior since he knew they desperately had to talk. Jonathan got shot a few days after Freddie arrived back at camp. So, they talked before Jonathan got shot)
Frederick sighed heavily, still not noticing the other soldier in the room.
She clears her throat once she's a bit closer *Ahem*
Frederick flinchey a little bit
Who-?
he turned around, finally seeing Catherine
Hey, Catherine.
Her expression is sullen
Hey.
She approaches him, now standing beside him, she can see how clearly exhausted he is, whether it be from crying or simple stress or, was he even sleeping?
You should get some rest, I can watch over him for you.
