Here's part 2, it picks up right where we left off in part 1. I excluded some bits for the sake of length. Definitely mentions of blood, definitely a mention of injury. Might be some curse words littered here and there. It's unedited, so there's probably a bunch of inconsistencies. Sorry for the rambling in the first part, but the first part was mainly focusing on how Eugene and the reader got to know each other. This focuses more on their relationship.

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You and Bull hunkered down in a barn for the night. You were hoping for a quiet night where you didn't have to worry about someone walking in and finding the two of you hiding in one of the stalls. 

"Your shoulder." you grimaced, pulling out your pocket knife and digging into the wound. Bull hissed and squirmed in pain, trying to stay still. 

"Sorry." you whispered. "The ricochet is in there pretty deep."

Once you had dug it out, you stuffed one of your spare cloths into the wound and patted Bull on the back. "Alright, it's good for now."

The night was fairly uneventful until the morning; the only close encounters we had were when an old man and his daughter walked in, and when a Kraut wrestled with Bull.

When the sun rose and it was light out, you and Bull stepped out of the barn's safety and carefully trekked back towards the road leading into town. You saw Private Miller lying in the end of the ditch, his lifeless eyes looking out towards nothing. Bull took Miller's dog tags and stuffed them into his pocket. The poor boy was only out on one mission and he didn't get to finish it.

You looked up when you heard a car rolling up, Bull raising his rifle up to signal the driver. As you climbed into the back of the vehicle, you wondered if you would have been able to last the night alone.

~~~

You were surrounded by soldiers congratulating you on staying alive for the night as soon as you jumped out of the car. How the hell the car managed to fit 9 people on it beat you, but hey, as long as you got back to Easy Company you didn't complain.

"Hey, looks like (Y/N) made it after all." you heard someone say. 

Eugene came pushing through the crowd. "Medic comin' through, medic comin' through."

He immediately engulfed you in a hug when he reached you, catching you by surprise.

"You're okay. You're okay." he whispered into your ear, though you think that it was more for his benefit, letting him know that you were alive and well. 

Your arms slowly encircled around him, your hands rubbing soft circles into the small of his back. "Shhh, I'm here. I'm here." you reassured him. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

You had to admit, it felt nice hugging him. He was a good hugger. 

"I could get used to this." you muttered.

Eugene pulled away, a small smile on his face.

"There he is!" you exclaimed, moving one of your hands to cup his face. "There's that smile."

He leaned into your hand, his eyes closing in contentment. "I was worried to death about you." he murmured. "I was so, so scared."

"I know, I know." You could only reassure him. "But it's going to take a lot more than what just happened to keep me away from you."

You let a moment of silence pass between the two of you before bursting out laughing. "Oh, man, we're not even a couple and we're already acting like one. Those boys'll have a field day when they see us being all lovey."

Your hands moved to fiddling with his uniform, straightening some wrinkles and brushing off stray dirt. "But that's okay, right?"

Eugene wrapped his arms around your waist. "You're okay with this?"

"'Course I am. Are you?"

Eugene said nothing, his hands moving to hold your face. He studied your features, memorizing them in case (god forbid) you ever went missing again.

When he kissed you, you were absolutely sure nothing else would feel as good. Sure, they'd probably come close. But they would never amount to how lighthearted you felt right now. 

The Easy men seemed to take to lightly teasing you and Eugene about finally being a couple. You found it amusing, while Eugene shyly ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. It was endearing, really.

"At least he has a girlfriend; I can't say much for you guys, though." you would shoot back with a lighthearted laugh.

~~~

You didn't know what happened. Where were you? 

Your vision was blurry, and all you could see was the gray sky above you, trees dotting the edges of your line of sight. Snowflakes fell softly onto your face as you lay there, trying to gather your bearings. You heard nothing besides the ringing in your ears, everything was drowning in the high-pitched sound.

All of a sudden, everything came rushing back at you all at once.

You remembered walking through the forest to your foxhole in Bastogne, the snow crunching under your boots. You remembered almost making it to your foxhole, then...nothing. 

You gingerly sat up, pain shooting all through your body. Even taking a breath hurt. When you had sat up fully, you looked down and all you could see was red. Blood. Blood soaking the white snow, dirtying it like war dirtied the hands of men.

Ohhh, you had been hit by the exploded tree when a bomb went off.

Looking closer, you saw that a large piece of tree was lodged in your leg. Then you saw the reason why it hurt to breathe. There was another bit of tree stuck in your side.

You almost passed out then, knowing you would never be the same when you recovered. That is, if you recovered. You didn't even know if you were going to die right then and there.

"MEDIC!" you cried as loud as you could. "MEDIC!" 

Seconds later, as if you had magically summoned him, Eugene and Lipton came bursting through the trees and slid to a stop by your side.

When Eugene saw you, his heart shattered into a million pieces. You, the love of his life, were lying on the snow in a growing pool of your own blood. 

Am I too late?

"(Y/N). Stay with me. You're gonna be okay." his calming voice almost made you believe it. 

You could feel your last breath in your lungs coming closer, the last heartbeat fast approaching one beat at a time. He was fussing with his supplies, applying some and wrapping others. He avoided your gaze, knowing that if he saw your face, your beautiful face, marred by pain and shrapnel and months of battle, he would break down and he wouldn't be able to save you.

"Come on, (Y/N), don't close your eyes. Keep them open for me." he pleaded. You struggled to lift your arm to hold his face, so you opted to put it on his leg instead.

"Eugene." you rasped out. "Eugene, baby. Look at me."

He finally met your gaze, tears running down his cheeks. Mustering the last of your strength, you raised your hand and held his face one last time.

"Eugene, can you kiss me? One last time?" you coughed, your arm beginning to sink to the ground. "That's all I ask."

Eugene tenderly held your hand and cupped your face, leaning forward. "I love you, (Y/N). I didn't say it enough when I was able to. I love you. So much."

You weakly smiled. "You said it every day, Gene. In all the little things you did. I love you too, my Angel. Don't forget that."

With those words, Eugene pressed his lips to yours, feeling your hands go limp in his.

"NO!" he cried when he pulled away, tapping your cheeks. "NO! NO! NO! (Y/N), ma chérie, stay with me! Keep your eyes open! (Y/N), wake up!"

He pressed his ear to your chest. He heard the faintest of heartbeats, beating slowly, but ever so steadily. He felt your chest rise and fall the smallest bit. You were still alive! That was enough for him right now. He looked up when he heard a jeep driving in and stopping behind him.

"Here! Over here!" he shouted, waving the driver down.

The extra medic jumped out and helped Eugene carry you to the vehicle, setting the stretcher down in the back. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead, whispering a promise to you that he would find you when he got out, that he would make it back to you and that you had better stay alive for him.

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You opened your eyes, blinking the sleep away. Your vision was still blurry but your ears weren't ringing as much, thank goodness. In fact, you were surprised you were even able to hear anything at all. The soft chatter outside, a car pulling up somewhere, the trees rustling in the wind. You were thankful you could hear it all.

You shut your eyes and opened them again, your eyesight gradually becoming clearer with each blink. The door to the room opened, and a nurse walked in with a tray of food.

"Ah, you're awake!" she greeted cheerfully. "I was hoping you would do that soon."

"Soon?! How long was I out?"

"Well, you came in here about a week ago." The nurse recalled, looking pensive. "It was a miracle that you were still alive when you came in.

"A week?!" 

You didn't know where Easy Company was, you didn't know where you were, you didn't know when it was exactly; you had so many questions waiting to be answered.

"You must have something--or someone--back home that you really miss, I've never seen a will to live as strong as yours." the nurse remarked. "I don't mean that in a mean way." she quickly added when you didn't respond. You were too lost in your thoughts.

"No, no, of course." you answered absentmindedly. "Has anyone come to see me?"

"No, not yet." She shook her head, patting your arm consolingly. "Got someone waiting for you at home?"

"No, he's on the front lines." You weren't sure if he knew that you were alive. You hoped he did, though. You would hate to leave him with the sight of you bloodied and on the verge of death.

The nurse nodded. "Maybe we can get you back on your feet so he can sweep you off of them, eh?"

You smiled at her. "Yeah. That sounds good."

~~~

"They've done it! They've won in Europe!" the nurse cried happily as she burst into your room. "Oh, happy VE Day indeed!"

You had gotten to know her over the next few weeks you were there. Molly Hannigan, the nurse that kept you sane and in a small state of happiness while you recovered. You were grateful for her efforts, tending to everyone at the expense of her own energy.

"I guess it's my small way of saying thanks to all those boys, all those men fighting for us on the front lines." she had replied when you thanked her.

"They did?"

Eugene. Did he make it through Bastogne? Is he alive?

Molly noticed your mood change. "Are you alright? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. It's just...I came here, on Death's threshold, barely holding on to life. My boyfriend's last sight of me was me bleeding out on the stretcher as he loaded me in. I don't know he knows that I'm alive, or if he's even alive."

Molly quickly engulfed you into a warm hug. "From all those stories you've told me, your boyfriend, your Eugene, is willing to burn, is willing to suffer if it means getting to see you again." She held your hands, pressing an envelope into them. "If I'm correct, your Eugene is still alive and fighting, for you."

She stood up and straightened her apron, giving you a beaming smile. "I would take a look at that if I were you."

She left you to your thoughts and to the letter. You had stared at it for a while, staring at the handwriting scrawled on it. It looked...almost like Eugene's. In fact...

No...could it be?

You ripped it open and quickly scanned through the letter. It was Eugene's letter. 

Dear (Y/N)....hope you're recovering well....you were barely alive when we kissed...your heart was still beating, just a little...I'm glad that I held on for so long because if I didn't, you would have been marked as dead....I miss you so much...we did it, though, we won....might be going to fight in the Pacific...but I'm coming to you...I'm coming home.

He's coming home.

He's coming home.

He's coming to me.

~~~

You were almost healed, with only a few stitches left to take out. That was almost enough to qualify you as "recovered" and send you back to fighting, but Victory over Japan Day came. The war was over, it was here. You could let out a sigh of relief. 

Well, not yet, anyway. Not until Eugene came running through those doors.

You stood by the window, looking out the window at the rising sun. You wished Eugene were here to see it with you. Every morning, you stood by the window, watching the sunrise and hoping that he would be alive and watching the sunrise as well. 

You heard the door open, and you assumed it was Molly, making her normal morning rounds. But when Eugene's voice called your name instead of Molly, you spun around with shock on your face.

The two of you stood still for a moment, as if time had been paused. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you were pretty sure Eugene was about to cry, too.

Worry and relief and love and happiness all flitted across Eugene's face in the time it took for the both of you to run into each other's arms. You pressed your face into his chest, tears streaming down your face. His arms curled protectively around you, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"I missed you so much." he whispered. "Every day, I wished and prayed that I would be able to see you again. I wanted to tell you how much I love you, wanted to hug you again. I was so scared, seeing you lying in a pool of your own blood. You were so fucking close to death. And it scared me so much."

You looked up at him, cupping his face like you did for the first time, so many months ago after Carentan. "It scared me, too, Gene. I was the one knocking on Death's door. I guess he was feeling gracious that day, because I made it."

You pulled Eugene in for a deeper kiss, never wanting to let go. You almost did once, and it scared the both of you to no end. But you wouldn't do that, never again.

"I love you, Eugene, and I'm never going to stop. And I'm never going to let go, because you held on to me."

Aaaand, that's part 2! I'm a sucker for happy endings, so here's a happy ending. I was originally going to have the reader die (sorry), because that's immediately what I thought of when I saw the prompt, but I like happy endings. If yall want, I can write an alternate ending where the reader actually dies. But most of yall reading this aren't in the Band of Brothers fandom so...I'll just wait until more Band of Brothers fans find this book.

Speaking of, Roe isn't the only character I like from this series so I might be writing for others, like George Luz, and possibly Joe Toye or Floyd Talbert. Maybe even Bill Guarnere. (I scratch what I said about the Peaky Blinders fandom, Band of Brothers is the fandom where I accumulate the most fictional crushes.)

Hope yall enjoyed the angst and fluff. Sorry for the rambling in the first part. Frankly, I think I skipped a lot of details concerning how Eugene and the reader got together and some of their experiences (I skipped all of episode 5 bc that was technically a flashback that happened before Carentan.) together. Maybe I'll write some other fluff pieces about them later.