>>5137844"-get them to medical. I'll deal with her..." You didn't recognize the voice, but the howling and shouts were gone now. The crackle and squeak of radios reassuring you that someone was in charge. Hands worked around you, pain throbbing down your ribs and body. You moaned as they hefted you. You tried to walk, each step weak. Giving out before you could take another. Opening your eyes you watched through a cloudy glass window as you were dragged along corridors and into a pristine white room. The glow burning your eyes. A tall shadow appeared, saving you from the light. "Already? Well get him on the stretcher and I'll give him a look over." You lay on the soft bed, doing your best to assist the men carrying you. "Can you hear me?" The doctor asked, his voice distant as he began to turn your head about. A light blinded you, flinching away you glimpsed more men as the world began to solidify.
Anthony and Alexander were next to limp through the door, a few delta boys helping them along. The doctor gave you all a look over. You'd thankfully escaped any real damage, but it would take a few days for the bruises and pain to fully go. The doctor bandaged the shallow bite wound and gave you some painkillers to take and left you to rest until someone came to collect you. "Morty… remind me to never ask you for woman advice." Alexander relented from his own bed, nursing his split lips and steadily darkening eye. "For real. You've got a real bad taste in women." Anthony added, nursing an ice pack to his balls. The bastards laugh, you couldn't help joining in. It hurt to even laugh. But the beating had come without any reason, you hesitated to say anything. Just suffering.
>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say? Write in.>Take a painkiller and rest up?>Talk to Gamma boys? Write in? 