[ WP ] All you hear is a dripping noise .

Shit. The fuck just happened? I ca n't see. I ca n't HEAR. Whaaa...? 
 
 Okay. Okay. What do I have? I can feel. Okay. So, I'm sitting. Still harnessed. That's good. Heat. From in front, but even. Gunner's window, desert outside. That's right. Normal. Okay. No vibration. No wind. No vestibular input. We're not moving. NOT normal. Not good. Rotor must be stopped, we're on the ground. Still harnessed in. Must be a good sign. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 Smell. No smoke. No fire. Good. Something metallic though. Did we crash? Fuck. Just my luck. Ca n't go a week outside the wire without something going wrong. I hope it's just a strep fairing torn open. Can fly back to the FOB without one of those. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 What? Hearing must be coming back. No shouts. No. Gunfire. Not under attack. Muffled though. Like my helmet was... 
 
 Drip. 
 
 We'll no shit. My helmet. It's over my eyes. Duh. Pull that thing off. Fingers do n't want to work right. Whatever. Got ta get it off so that can see. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 There. Gah! Its fucking bright! Okay. Gun's bent. Fuckit. M9 still on my vest. Good. The ground is straight out my window. Must have blown a strut on impact. Look back. FUCK! Hole the size of a small elephant in the troop door and part of the main transmission is just gone. Good thing we already dropped the pax. No way they'd survive that. Gon na have to wait for DART to come get us though. Damnit. Gon na be a ton on paperwork and 
 
 Drip. 
 
 What is that? It's red. Hydraulic fluid? I swear, if we crashed because Delta did n't actually change out that transfer module, someone's gon na - 
 
 Drip. 
 
 No. Hydraulic fluid is translucent. This is... Opaque. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 Drip. 
 
 Aw fuck. I think that's supposed to be inside me. 
 
 Drip.
