Zero shouts, "Medic!" "I'm fine." Zero drags me to the medic's truck. I raise my arms and the medic takes off my shirt.

"How are you even alive?" I smile, "No one has broken me more than myself." "Wait! You're that idiot that ran in without backup!"

I pressed my lips and shrug, "Yup." "Jean" I grab her hand and she almost crushes mine before shaking it. "Bolt." Tango slowly crawls in with us and gawks at my chest. "All those cuts." Jean shoves a rag into her hands, "Stick him." "Me?!"

I smirk and cover my eyes with the back of my elbow, "Come on Tang, I'm in immense pain." She jams the rag in my cut. It's like she poured lemon juice on my cuts. Jean puts on a grin, "How do you deal with this cocky idiot?" Tango covers her smile with her hand, "Just barely." Zero opens a slit behind me, "We're about to go." "So, you wanna help 'heal' him?

They both douse a cloth in alcohol and grin at each other as my groan leaves, looking up at the roof, "Fuck m-" They both grab a handle and slam the doors shut.

"We're here Bolt." I groan, "I'm still mad at you two." Jean yells at me, "Get out, I gotta pick up another idiot!" "I'll be out a minute." Jean drags me by my arms onto the floor and then lowered me just out the truck. She singsongs before slamming the doors shut, "Bye!"

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The truck drives off, "You still mad at me?" I raise my hand, "Not if you help me up, too tired." Zero marches up, "Grab an arm, Tango." After they raise me up, Zero sneers, "Have fun showering tonight." "I can't even stand." He laughs, "Well I'm not holding you up." I groan and almost puke at the thought, "Why would you even imagine it?" "I didn't!" I smile and squint at him, "Why? Am I not pretty enough?" "What the fuck did Jean give him?" Tango turns to Zero, "Something that'll put him out in a few-"

He goes limp and his legs give up, making him fall on his face, "Minutes..." I giggle, "Jean really hates him." Zero crosses his arms, "Don't we all?" I stare down at him and say softly, "Yeah." We both grab an arm and drag him all the way to the med bay.

A doctor helps us get him up on a bed. Zero taps me on the back, "I'm glad you guys are okay." "Thanks Zero,

means a lot." He scratches his head before yawning, "I gotta get some sleep, see ya tomorrow." The doctor calls me, "Tango? Got a bed for you too." I hop in and get comfortable. Looking up at the ceiling, I wonder why everyone seems to hate him. He's really kind.