The 'survivors' of the selection process were walked inside some kind of hangar-hospital.
The few that could run, ran., Rambo and Ortega were carried in by helping hands, Danforth, Krakauer and Coletta were carried in on a stretcher.
Inside the hangar the temperature was really high.
Those who had no need of medical attention immediately lay on a bed, and a real one, at last.
Many lay with their clothes still on, without even pulling the sheets over themselves.
Ortega was carried inside the operating room, Coletta to intensive care, Danforth and Krakauer simply to the infirmary.
Rambo and Jorgenson, instead, stopped a while at the window, to watch the thunderstorm outside the hangar.
A good and proper thunderstorm was raging over Fort Bragg's huts.
The sky was full of anger, that night.
A black whirlwind was spinning in the dark sky over the base, showing no signs of calming down at all. It was a spectacle for sure, but none of the recruits stayed at the windows for long.
After a glance through the window, Rambo and Jorgenson turned as though hypnotized, then they both went to their beds.
They barely removed their clothes and slowly got in under the sheets.
Every muscle of their bodies beat them with pain.
Rambo sighed and closed his eyes immediately .
Jorgenson first felt the sheets touching his skin, then the warmth that started to spread as a warm fluid poured all over his body, and he thought that that sensation, in that moment, was even better than sex.
After a few seconds, both the two young men fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, while outside the storm continued to vent its anger.
It had been a long selection process, but now it was over.
At last, Trautman had his two teams.