So I thought I'd be taking a shortcut by doing a picspam for the hc_bingo prompt cuddling for warmth/snowed in, when the truth is that this definitely took longer than writing a 500 fic would've. :P

Screencaps are from tasteofblame.

This features (in order of appearance) Roe, Toye, Heffron, and Spina.






"Heffron."


"Toye. What are you doing out here?"



"Thanks for the boots, Doc. Doing fine."
"Are you still having trouble with your feet? Show me. Let me see it."




"It's trench foot, Toye. If it turns gangrene, you could lose it."
"I ain't coming off the line, Doc."




"Well, you gotta stay dry. Massage your feet. Change socks every day and dry the wet ones around your neck."
"Trying."
"Do it."
"I'm working on it."


"Oh, have you seen Heffron?"
"No. Why?"
"He ain't in his hole."


"Fuck."




"Got you."


"Heffron."


"Edward."




"Eat it. Good."



"All right..."



"I promised him if he got hit, I'd get his stuff and bring it to his mom. You know? Now the fucking Krauts'll strip him."



"Hey, no, it's okay..."
"It's not! It's not okay. I should have got to him."









"Hey, what do you call those people again? Those Cajun healers?"
"Traiteurs. You know, my grandma was a traiteuse."




"Your grandmother? No shit?"
"No, she was. Laid her hands on people and cured them. Took away sickness, cancer, you name it."
"Your grandma did that? You're shitting me."




"I remember she used to pray a lot."
"Yeah, I guess she had to."




"Talked to God about the pain she pulled out. Asked him to carry it away. That's what she did."


"I'm still trying to figure out why they picked me for a medic. God knows. Snap of a finger and just like that, you're a medic."


"I've had enough playing doctor. Hey, how about you?"