Suit up! PKA Spin Off 1 (Jeran/Matt)

"I have done what I can. Or at least what he'll let me." The medic tells me and I can only shrug now. If that's all Matthew will let him do, then there's no point in trying to force anymore care onto him. He has the right to refuse the medical treatment and even though, I want to make sure that Matthew will heal correctly due to the stupidity of the man who shoved him out in front of the bullet, I won't put the man at risk. Dunham is just stubborn as ever.

Matthew, though, tells us he's alright. So, it is what it is. There's not much I can do now nor would I want to. Dunham is released of his binding and I turn an apologize for his behavior. Why? I'll never know. I just felt as though it was necessary. With the medic's final say in his condition he mentions that he has other patients to see, being that of the men that we fought. I can't remember if I actually hurt one of them or not, but if so, I do hope they'll be alright. I think I got the worst of the damage, aside from the gunshot wound that Matthew incured.

"...Put some ice on that jaw." Comes his professional advice and I give him a stern nod, putting a hand up to my face and feeling the tender area that seems swollen.

"Yeah, if you see the guy who gave me the right hook, thank him for me. I'll be feeling this for a week." I say in my most sarcastic tone as the medic is given the notion to leave. Turning my attenion back to Matthew, I make this sort of harsh chuckle directed to him. Seeking him so pissed off because of the outcome of the exercise and to see if he'll say something based on the way he was acting toward the medic.

"I know this guy from back home. We're not exactly friends as you can tell."

"Yeah, well, seems you have a hard time making friends with the way you treat people. What did you do to him? Leave him out in the cold as well?" I push that fond memory out into the open to taunt him but also to put a bit of humor out there. However, he actually asks if I'm alright. I shrug.

"Why wouldn't I be? Got my guy and I also got your guy as well. I'm purely ecstatic." I know he's asking about my physical condition, but to tell him about how sore I'm feeling right now will be unheard of. Dunham stands and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"You are a terribe shoot, you know?"

I give him a solid nod. "Yeah, well, next time, don't step in front of a bullet meant for another man. And next time, don't get rid of your gear. At least you were smart enough to actually put the vest back on again." I bring my hand out, clapping him on the back and follow his lead to leave.

"I had no idea she was out in the cold. I care for your sister, believe it or not." He claims yet again. Could it be? In the recesses of my own mind and heart, I want to beleive him, but he has shown me nothing of the fact that he cares for her. I hear nothing from her to state it either, so my original accusations and feeling are pretty much ground in. Besides, I already told her what I thought about her relationship with Matthew. Her and I, are severed as long as she's with him. Kya, I'm sorry. Does that make me as bad as him?

Now, it's my turn to shake my tail feathers and gloat in front of Matthew's face. Throwing the scenario at him as if he didn't already know it. I'm still pretty psyched about getting them both, but shooting my partner in the exact same scenario is a little nerve racking, to say the least.

"Next time. Dodge the bullet." I joke with him and a moment later, clap him on the back as we start to head out to get rid of the gear and get the news on our arrest. I also need to see about getting some ice. My jaw is absolutely killing me.

"Keep your advice to yourself, Jeran. Next time you pull your fat ass up in that vent then I won't have to take my gear off." Someone's in a bad mood. Probably a little sour after doing so poorly, but maybe it was my fault? If I hadn't been so eager to shoot, but aren't peacekeepers suppose to show authority? To show dominance? What would have happened if I'd been too afraid to shoot? What then? I would be deemed unfit due to a caring heart. If I mull over shooting my own partner, then maybe they will consider me to be too soft?

"Har, Har... har. Matthew. Next time, I'll just let you fall twenty feet on broken boards, get whacked by a shovel and shoved to the ground and see how you are about climbing after that." I shout after him. Him and his little attitude is unsettling. Maybe they need to give a course in anger management?

I give off a solid laugh as I follow where he went out and down the stairs, while bringing my hand up to my shouder and feel the extreme tenderness in my shoulder. Damn shovel. That would actually be a better weapon than a gun. I'll improvise next time. I catch up to Dunham quickly as slow as he's walking so I mimic his every step until we are escorted back to the tent where the commanding officers are staying during the exercise. The moment we get asked to follow them, I get a sudden jolt in my stomach.

Are they going to expell me for shooting my partner accidently?

The captain inside holds the charts and I force myself to stand as tall and still as possible no matter how sore I am.

"At ease. Are you two alright?" He asks. Can he truely be concerned for our well being or just pretending to care to check to see if our weakness is to allow others to know our pain. In my side vision, I see Dunham nod, so I voice it out.

"Yes, sir." I give a solid head nod just once to follow the word. Just as soon as I do, he automatically goes into the the evaluations for each of us, but he starts with me. I hold my breath for a long minute as he explains what happened inside and ends it with a question.

"No sir. I didn't target my partner. I targeted the man opposite of the one holding, Cadet Dunham. The man shoved Dunham into the line of fire at the last moment when I pulled the trigger. It was purely accidental. No intended harm was suppose to come of Dunham. Quite the contrary. It was suppose to act in his favor." I explain the situation. Was there video? Were they even watching? Couldn't they clearly see that the 'criminal' shoved him?

What if that was part of the exercise. How I would react in that kind of situation?

"It won't happen again, sir. It won't happen a second time." I state, letting my gaze flash to Matthew for a moment. This time I'm being truthful. It won't happen again. Not as long as I can do anything about it. Now that my evaluation is overwith, it's Matthew's I assume. I'm curious what scores they will give us. At least Matthew didn't shoot his partner.