Drabble 2/31 – prompt words: I’m here, remorseful, powder

Jack fell to his knees in the mud, and dug in his pack for the laudanum. With a swirl of water from his canteen, and a deep breath to still his shaking hands, he cradled the wounded soldier in his arms.

 

“I’m here, Alun. Shh… drink this, and don’t try to talk.”

 

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

 

Jack helped him take another gulp of the pain killer from the tin cup.

 

“Hey. You’ll be up and about in no time.”

 

“Look after yourself, Sir,” the soldier whispered as he smoothed Jack’s lapels.

The battle raged, as Jack watched his batman slip away.

a/n: apologies for the depressing nature of this... I simply went where the prompts led me...