Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Joe Toye Imagine #3

AN: This was requested by @hannahroest. I hope you enjoy I tried my best.

   I bounced my knee up and down. I chewed on my finger nails as I slipped off my Garrison cap and sat on the edge of my seat. Anxiety flourished throughout my body as the ship carrying thousands Marines, soldiers, sailors, and many other men came to a stop. All I could think of was seeing my two closest friends from Easy. Bill Gaurnere and Joe Toye. I hadn't seen them in so long, not since Bastogne when the Joe got hit by German artillery and lost his leg. And Bill also got hit when he went to go help Joe, also losing his leg. I had watched it happen. The cries of Joe and the image of their legs laying in the snow, blood staining it red. I remember just standing there after watching them get hit, I was right next to Buck Compton. Both of us dropped our helmets and just stood frozen. I had to just watch my two closest friends get carried away, their groans and cries of pain replaying in my mind, each night that I had tried to sleep.

   Now here I was , grabbing my bag and beginning to make my way off the ship. So many different thoughts filled my head whilst I walked. Where they even alive? Hell, I was told nothing about where the might be. Not their conditions or anything like that. So that left me to wonder for all this time, what had happened to them. And it was up to just me to answer my own questions.

  I missed my friends, especially Joe. I never realized how much they truly meant to me before they had been shipped back to the states while I was stuck in Europe. As much as Bill was one of my closest friends, Joe was just stuck in my head much for. The reasons because that over the time we had became friends all those years ago back in Camp Toccoa, I had fallen for Mr. Joe Toye. I couldn't help it in all honesty. He was good looking, protective over me and his friends, he was an overall nice man. Though, I couldn't really understand why I fell for him, or when I did. I only realized my feelings when we reached Bastogne and him and I shared a foxhole. Exclusivley when we had to cuddle up with each other in attempt to keep warm. Though, when he was carted away out of Bastogne, my world seemed to fall apart. I remember how my heart shattered, hearing his cries of , "I gotta get up," over and over again. And when I sat in my foxhole all alone, I cried that night. I cried for hours. I had been afraid of my feelings for the Paratrooper, so I kept them bottled up deep down inside. Though, I regretted it so much. Now, I knew that if I saw him, I'm going to tell him. 

  I hopped off the ship, immediately making my way through the sea of families and military personnel. I tried to push through the many groups of reuniting people. The sounds of shouting one's name, cries, laughter, and even more shouting filled the air. I just wanted to reach the curbside and call a taxi. The only thing on my mind was to just get to that rehab center where I was told Joe and Bill might be. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was scared what I might be faced with. Though, that is what I was doing here. To get answers, right?

  I had got a taxi and told them the name of the hospital and sat back in the seat. I stared out the window as the car drove. I pressed my lips together as I sighed. I was nervous, more nervous than I thought. What was I nervous for? I just tried to keep my breathing regulated as I folded my hands onto my lap. Now one thought rested in my mind. How on Earth was I going to tell Joe the feelings I feel for him.

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  The ride was about thirty or so minutes and we arrived to the hospital. I thanked the nice driver and paid him the money owed. I placed my Garrison cap on my head and shuffled myself out of the out of the backseat of the taxi. I went to the truck and grabbed my bag, shutting the trunk and hitting it a few times. And with that, the taxi took off down the street. I watched until it came into view, then turning my attention to the building in front of me. For a moment I froze, I just couldn't move. My breath hitched as my grasp on my bag tightened. I shut my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. There was nothing to be afraid of. I opened my eyes and made my way into the building. The sound of my heels clicking against the concrete as I walked towards it.