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MEDIC! Part 34 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

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Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

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We sat in the bar drinking and laughing. All of the nurses were giggling and gossiping over their drinks.

When we had arrived the rest of the nurses were already waiting for us. They had saved a cute booth in the back for us to all squish into. There were so many of us girls that we practically sat on top of each other, but no one seemed to mind.

I listened to all of their stories, hanging off every word, I missed talking to women. I forgot how much more in depth their tales were, we always got every piece of information we could about the topic, even if it didn’t have anything to do with the plot. Men only had the basics they could tell a story from start to finish, but they didn’t have the fine details.

The bar was crowded with other army personnel and members of the public. The record playing behind the bar was hard to hear over all the noise. We all had to lean in close, raising our voices to be heard over all the commotion.

Being a group of women, we were attracting attention. Men would come and go from the table, trying to sidle up to the girl who took their fancy, but there was never enough room for them to squeeze into the booth. So they took to pulling up chairs at the end of the table, basically trapping us in.

Unfortunately for me our group had been the last one to arrive, so I was stuck on the outer edge of the booth.

It was fine, I had mastered ignoring them and most of them wanted to talk to the other nurses, which I was thankful for.

I was almost sitting on top of poor Alice, who was the youngest nurse in the group. Her sweet round face and big doe eyes took in the world with wonder. She had told me this was her first time in a bar and that she had never drunk alcohol before. I watched in amusement as she took her first sips of a wine we had ordered her.

“Oh god!” She coughed, puckering her face with the sour drink. “It burns.”

We all giggled, as she blushed shyly.

“To Alice’s first sip!” I cheered, raising my glass, the rest of the nurses laughed and raised their glasses as we all clinked them together.

“How are you finding it?” I bumped her with my shoulder.

“The drink?” She asked, making a grimacing face. I laughed loudly at her naivety.

“No, I can tell by your face the opinion you have about the drink. I meant the pub. Are you liking it?”

“Yes, it’s very fun!” She replied in a chipper manner.

“A bit later we should dance.” I suggested, I watched her face light up as she nodded.

“I love dancing!” She sighed dreamily.

“Do you love dancing? Or dancing with someone in particular?” I questioned.

The blonde’s face blushed a deep shade of red as she dipped her head down.

“Could you tell?”

I laughed again. Alice was so sweet my teeth hurt.

“Yes, your big love heart eyes gave you away.” I teased.

“He said he would come tonight, but I haven’t seen him.” I watched her crane her neck over the crowd trying to spot him, but her lip caught between her teeth.

“I’m sure he’ll come.” I tried to reassure her.

I spoke to Alice most of the night, it was more difficult to speak to the rest of the girls due to the noise.

“When did you start working?” I asked, thinking she looked so young.

“A couple months ago, they were needing more nurses since they were so short, they said they would take anyone. So I applied.” I nodded my head listening to Alice speak.

“You’re very brave.” I told her, as she sent me a soft grin.

“No, you’re more brave than I. You work on the front, don’t you?” Alice asked, tilting her head.

“I did, not anymore. But I do have to tell you the scariest thing was how bad those men smelt.” I grinned as she threw her head back in fits of laughter.

“What’s happening?” I asked as the rest of the nurses made their way out of the booth.

“They cleared the dance floor!” Ruth cheered. “Come on!”

I smiled at Alice and we jumped up from our seats. We followed the rest of the group onto the floor. The men had been quick to action, swooping in and stealing all the nurses away to dance with them.

“Care to dance.” I extended my hand to Alice, putting on a masculine voice.

“Why of course, Sir.” She curtseyed while giggling at my silly antics.

Alice and I danced around the room in hysterics, we ignored the odd glances sent our way from the other patrons who were watching from the outskirts of the floor.

After a while a man tapped my shoulder and asked to cut in. I looked over to Alice as her eyes became large and blush rose to her cheeks. From the way she bit her lower lip nervously, I could tell it was the person she had spoken about earlier.

“You be good to her.” I warned, but still handed her over to the tall man.

I watched like a proud mother, as Alice and her guy swayed together. I enjoyed watching all of the nurses dancing with their men. Their knowledge of the different types of dances amazed me. With each new song they knew the exact dance that went with the tune. After a while of watching I made my way back to the booth, waiting for the girls to finally come back to the table.

“Hey, I know you! You’re Easy company’s medic.” I startled as the random man slumped down into the space next to me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to discreetly scoot away but he had cornered me right into the back wall.

“I am one of them.” I said hesitantly. The man smelt of booze and slurred as he talked. Each time he spoke he lent agonisingly close, his hot breath wafting over my face.

“You must be tired.” The drunk man sent me a greasy smile.

“No, I have other medics who help me.” I informed the man, confused by his comment. I furrowed my brow trying to peek over his shoulder to see I could rally some assistance, or at least distraction.

“No,” He chuckled, “from being passed around.”

I stilled, turning my head slowly to see if I heard him correctly. He looked at me smugly, my stomach twisted.

“Excuse me?” My lip curled into a snarl, but the man was too drunk to notice.

“Won’t you let me have a turn?” He smiled at me, his hands wandered down the inside of my thighs. I gripped his wrists, trying to keep him from exploring any further.

“Fuck off!” I snapped, trying my best to escape the corner he had me tucked into. His back was facing toward the crowd, his whole body was covering mine. I’m sure I couldn’t even be seen from the position we were in.

“Aw, that's no way for a lady to talk. Come on, everyone else has had a ride.” The man licked his lips, I almost gagged. It was a split second decision, my head clouded by the wines I had drunk, I raised my hand. I knew it was a bad idea but my hand was already wound up behind my head.

I slapped him across his face, sending him cowering back.

“I said, fuck off!” I asserted, but my tone didn’t match my actions. My voice shook slightly as I came to terms with what I had done.

He looked at me in disbelief, clutching the cheek I just struck. My handprint left a red welt on his face.

I knew from the rage that spread across his features, I had fucked up.

I tried to scramble out the other side of the booth, but the only way to move was to scoot around the bend and then down the length of the rest of the bench.

Not even two scoots along, he had caught up to me. His arms longer than mine reached my limbs and dragged me back.

Pinning me to the back corner by my throat, the drunk man loomed over me. His nostrils flared as he glared down at me in disgust.

“You motherfucker.” He growled lowly in my face.

“No, but I did fuck your Dad.” I said mockingly. My drunk mind was taking more control than the sober me, who was in the back of my head yelling at me to scream for help.

The man guffawed in shock. He reeled his arm back ready to strike, just as he was about to swing his wrist was captured by a hand.

In a split second the man was gone. He was right in front of me, huffing down into my face, then in a blink of an eye he was being dragged out of the booth.

I sat for a moment in shock, not quite believing my eyes. I darted out of the booth, following behind the man who had my assailant by the scruff of the neck.

No one stood in the way of the pair as the soldier hauled the man through the crowd.

“Hey!” I called out after them, as I pushed my way through the onlookers.

I followed them outside, watching as the soldier threw the man onto the ground. The drunk rolled in the gravel before getting to his feet. Raising his fist in front of his face readying himself for a fight.

As I looked around I saw that a group had formed around the pair, my brows furrowed as I clocked familiar faces. Bull, Babe, George, it was all Easy men.

“What the-” I muttered under my breath before my attention was caught again.

The drunk man lunged forward sloppily, his fist swinging out wildly trying to hit his opponent. The man dodged his attack ducking to the side and moving past the man as he ran forwards.

He now stood facing me.

“Donald what the fuck!” I yelled in disbelief. I had no idea how I hadn’t noticed it was him this whole time.

Don looked over to me as I glared at him. The drunk man darted forward again, but Don wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy looking back at me.

I watched in horror as the man’s fist collided with Malarley’s face. He stumbled back clutching his cheek, before shaking his head and raising his own fists.

“No!” I marched forward getting ready to intervene in this stupid fight, but hands caught around my waist holding me back.

“Let go!” I struggled against the strong arms but their grip held firm.

“Just let him get in a good few hits, and then I’ll let you go.” Lieb whispered in my ear.

“No, I don’t need him to fight my battles for me. I was dealing with the situation.” I raised my voice loud so Don could hear me.

“Right like you were handling it! You were seconds from being hit in the face.” Don chimed in from across the gravel.

“Why do you even care?! You wanted space, remember?” I didn’t care who was listening. I was so angry all I could focus on was Malarkey.

“We can talk about that later.” Don said while dodging another attack from the man. His fist snapped out from his side, audibly crunching into the man’s nose.

The drunk man hollered in pain, collapsing into a heap on the floor. Bright red blood poured from his nose as he clutched it screaming out in agony. It was definitely broken.

Finally Lieb let me go. I stormed out of his arm right towards Don.

“What is wrong with you?” I shoved his chest, but he didn’t budge as he stared down at me.

I bent down to the man who was cradling his injured face covered in his own blood.

“Here let me help.” I offered my assistance. I reached out to move his hands away from his nose so I could see it better.

“Why are you helping him?” Don scoffed trying to pull me to my feet.

He was right, I have no idea why I was trying to help this man when not even five minutes ago he was groping my thighs and asking for a turn.

The drunk fended me off, “Like I want your help, you got me into this.” He growled at me as he got to his feet and trudged off.

I was about to raise my head and have another go at Don, but before I could say anything I was tugged away and steered back into the bar and towards the dance floor.

George twirled me round, placing his hand in mine and the other on my waist.

“Wooh, look at you. Even when you’re about to get beaten up, you still look good.” I stared at him in shock for a second before I laughed.

“What on earth are you doing?” I was baffled by the man as he grinned at me.

“Come on doll, let me give you a spin.” He twirled me again, disorientating me on purpose to distract me.

“I don’t know how to dance George!” I protested, trying to leave his arms.

“Oh, of course you do. Don’t lie to me! I literally saw you dance back in Hagenau.”

“Well I don’t know how to do this dance.” I gestured towards all of the couples who were doing the most elaborate dances with ease.

A Frank Sinatra song started playing over the record. George took me under my arm resting his hand on my back and holding our other hands together.

“What dance are we gonna do?” I asked nervously.

“The foxtrot.” George grinned at me, I gave him a scared look, but he just chuckled at me.

George patiently taught me the steps. After stepping on his toes multiple times, I finally got the dance.

We glided around the floor, looking like the other couples I was in awe of moments ago. I was able to actually look at George as we danced, not having to look at my feet anymore or think too hard about what they were doing.

“What’s up with you and Don?” He asked tentatively.

I sighed, shaking my head. “I don’t know, we had a fight, he said he wanted space and I guess I just spiralled from there.”

“Yeah, I brought you in for a dance cause it looked like you were about to bite each other’s heads off.” George laughed.

“Thank you, I needed the distraction. Also why are you all here anyway?” They hadn’t said anything about coming out tonight.

“We might have told Don how beautiful you looked and that if he didn’t come out here after you, you’d probably be swept off your feet by another man.” George replied quickly.

“Well you were right, someone did sweep me off my feet!”

“Who?!” George asked, looking around frantically.

“You, stupid.” I laughed, he sighed in relief, finally getting the joke and chuckling.

George dipped me down dramatically before bringing me up again. I giggled as he spun me round then pulled me back to him catching me before I smashed into his chest.

The songs slowed, as the couples around us swayed gently to the music. We stood still, stepping from one foot to the other swaying to the beat. A hand tapped on George’s shoulder as we whispered to each other. We looked over to find Malarkey smiling at us.

“Mind if I steal her away Luz?” Malarkey asked.

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