"Ollie! Go!" I yell at him. He's much faster than me as we're both running down the dirt roadway towards the barn and old house.

"But what-!"

"Just go!" I yell at him and he kicks it off into high gear as a woman comes bursting through the front door to the old white wooden house.

The belted screams still wail from the barn and Ollie runs inside the large opening where the double barn doors are propped open, disappearing from my sight.

The woman dressed in a long skirt is right on Ollie heels and disappears inside as well, her screams suddenly mix with the other.

Adrenaline courses through me, but I'm calm as I sprint into the barn and assess the woman on the ground craddeling a man soaked in blood, hay, and dirt. He's older, dressed in dirty overalls, and his arm has been ripped off with shreds of skin and muscles hanging from just below the shoulder.

Ollie stands with his hands in his hair frozen above the two, "Ollie, I need you to turn that machine off and get the arm." My voice is calm but assertive.

"His fucking- bloody Hell- w-what?!" He asks me, his face drained and pale white.

"Turn the machine off." I tell him slowly, knowing by the blood trail the arm is caught inside the large grain auger. He visibly gulps and nods once running to the clicking and sputtering machine.

"Okay, listen to me," I tell the man and bend down. "I'm going to help you okay. I need you to try to stay calm." Quickly, I rip the womans dress and apply the material directly to the wound.

The machine's broken sounds go silent and Ollie runs up the ramp and looks inside, gagging loudly.

"Ma'am, I need you to call the emergency line." I tell her, "I also need you to bring me any first aid supplies you have, clean towels," I hold the mans shoulder upwards as the blood spews soaks the material, "Lots of towels!"

The woman nods and sobs then takes off in a sprint towards the house.

"I've got the...the..." Ollie says, his voice cracking coudly. Glancing up I see he has the arm and is running back down the ramp.

"Okay, I need you to listen," I say nothing Ollie looks as though he might pass out as he looks at the blood soaking my hands, "Oliver! I need you to take the arm inside and get it into the sink or bath. It needs to be on ice but wrapped in a clean damp towel and put inside a bag or something close to it."

"Cold and bag, yes, okay," he mumbles and starts towards the house.

"Do not pass out!" I warn him. "If you feel sick, sit down!" I add as he sprints off with the arm just as the woman arrives with an arm full of towels and an old red tin. "Open that up for me," I tell her. She does and all I see are band-aids and scissors with gauze. Nothing I want or need. "Sir, what's your name?" I ask him applying another towel over the soaked one.

"Ben," he winces and the woman whimpers beside him, taking his other hand.

"Hi Ben, I'm Murry. You are going to be just fine, okay?"

"Are you a doctor?" The woman asks her eyes misting and chin shaking.

"I'm not. But I've dealt with many amputations." I assure them. "Ben, just breathe and try to keep your heart rate down, alright." I apply a new towel onto the two existing that are damp with blood. "How far is the furthest hospital?" I ask the woman.

"Two hours drive. But they are sending a  helicopter."

"You hear that, Ben? They'll be here in no time." I keep firm pressure on the large wound and notice the third towel has slowed and has kept mostly dry.

"Murry, that's a strange name for a lassie," Ben says between pained expressions.

"Is it? I rather like it," I give him a warm smile just as Ollie runs into the barn breathing loudly.

"It's in the sink. Inside two bags." He tells me.

I glance and notice Ollie's now gone from pale to almost sheet white, "Sit down. Before you pass out." I tell him.

He does just that plopping down onto the dirt and propping his knees up to rest his arms on.

"Murry, what will happen to him? We won't make it without him being able to work." The woman asks squeezing tightly on Ben's dirty hand.

"Everything will be alright." I say, "it wasn't a clean cut but-."

A loud gag comes from Ollie but I continue, "But I've seen much worse and the patient still had full use of their hand afterwards."

"Don't you worry, Marie. You haven't gotten rid of me just yet."

I smile, then check Ollie seeing he's now laying on his back with his knees bent, "Oliver, are you okay?"

"Yes. I need a bloody fag." He moans slowly and deeply.

We're there for thirty minutes before the helicopter shows up. They take Ben, his arm, and his wife Marie and leave Ollie and I behind.

Just as quick the accident happened it was gone.

Ollie and I remain in the large barn as I gather the towels and bring everything inside the strangers house.

"What the fuck was that, Murry?" He asks exacerbated behind me as the screen closes behind him.

The kitchen is a mess. All the cabinets are thrown open and everything has been tossed out of them.

"That was a accident, sometimes it happens." I explain, noticing a long cardboard box with large plastic bags on the counter.

"How often do you see shit like that? You were a fucking pro!"

"Umm, often. In rural places accidents happen a lot. I'm impressed you didn't vomit." I throw him a smile and refold the towels that weren't used.

"Oh I did. Out around the side of the house." He admits, "That bloke isn't going to die is he?"

"No," I scoff, "He will be good as new. Arm and all."

"Fucking Hell. You are bad arse, Muriel Reazpow."

I giggle and lean against the counter, "Thank you. To be honest I puked the first time I'd seen something like that."

"Oh good, I don't feel so much like a pussy now." Ollie slides the metal tin beside the sink filled with ice. His face turns serious and he watches me through his lashes, "You've seen people die?"

"Yes."

Ollie contemplates something and blows out a tense breath, "Fuck."

"Ben could have died, just now. If Marie didn't block the bleeding he could have bled out. But, thankfully," I smile, "You were there."

Ollie cocks a brow and laughs dropping his head to shake it.

For some reason my mind brings me back to many years ago when I saw Jokia's body brought in after she had been trampled. Unlike Ben, she had no chance.

I clear my stinging throat then begin gathering up the mess Ollie had made while searching for a bag for the arm.

"You're incredible, Murry. Do you know that?" Ollie asks me, as we clean the kitchen.

"I'm pretty average actually." I shrug.

"No. You're everything but average. And I'm going to remind you of that for the rest of our lives. My career is cool, but you actually make a difference."

I nod because no one has ever said that to me. My father only told me what I needed to be in order to become great. Once a milestone was hit, he would expect more and more and more. I never was just enough. I never was good enough the way I was.

But around Ollie, he for some reason, thinks I'm amazing. He doesn't think I'm boring or average. He looks at me like I'm everything.

"Thank you." I say.

Ollie and I walk back to the bed and breakfast and disapear inside our room after showering with Carry-Anne's potted plants.

Inside our room we cuddle amd refrain talking about being outed. Instead we spend the rest of the night talking, laughing, and making plans for the future.

We finish the night with both of us posting matching selfies onto our respective social media accounts then switch our phones back off.

"Murry?" Ollie strokes my hair from my face the tip of his nose touching mine. I cuddle into the back of his hand I have curled under my chin. He continues, "What if I take a break from acting? After finishing Summers End in January."

"What do you mean a break?"

"Time off. An open ended exit from acting."

My heart skips and I lift my head, "Why would you do that? You're really good at it."

"I'm good, yes. But I'm not passionate about it. Seeing you today, doing what you're supposed to do made me realize no matter many films I do, I'm never going to feel as fulfilled as you do."

"I haven't completed my degree, I'm not close to being fulfilled-."

"No, but I can tell this is what you're supposed to do."

I'm concerned suddenly. I don't want Ollie to feel his job is less than mine. It's two different things. Two different worlds.

"If I continue acting we will always be on a time frame. You will have your mission trips and I will have this career that takes up every second of my life. And I don't want that. We've always been constricted to 3 months here or 2 weeks there our whole lives. And I don't want that."

"Ollie, don't make this decision after today. Today was shocking for you and we haven't been back to deal with being public and-."

"And nothing," he caresses the side of my face with his hand, "I wasn't born to be an actor, or a doctor. I was born to love you and that is all."

Fun fact! I went to school for being a paramedic! So I've seen some strange stuff lol

Also fun fact, we're 2 chapters away from the end! Lol

Took me long enough...