Consciousness and an Announcement
The pain was unbearable. Gold struggled to open his eyes and saw that Burgundy Rat had just finished bandaging his leg.
"Dangit, couldn't you have used novocaine [sic] or something?" he asked. "It feels like half of my teeth were pulled out. And about my leg!"
"He's awake," Burgundy called, ignoring him.
Black Rat, D-Day, and Red came into the recovery room. Purple leaned against the door casing.
"After you blacked out a grenade went off," D-Day said. "You were hit by a rock or metal."
"That gas didn't kill anybody," Black said. "You're lucky Doomsday brought those masks."
Gold leaned back with a sigh. "Thanks for saving my life--again--D-Day," he said.
D-Day shook his head.
Gold was quiet for a minute, then sat up and asked, "Where's Turquoise?"
Red and D-Day exchanged uncomfortable glances.
"Where's Turquoise?" Gold repeated. "Damn it, where is he!"
"You're in better condition than he is," Purple growled.
"Purple," Black warned.
The three rats [sic] left the room.
Gold sat up further. "Sarge, where is he?" he asked again. He hardly ever called Black "sarge" unless he was truly frightened.
Black looked extremely tired and upset. "He's in recovery too," he said. "A piece of shrapnel hit him in the head."
"How bad?" Gold pressed.
"Bad enough. Now you get some sleep. I'll put Red on your shift. You don't think he'll mind?"
"No."
"Alright [sic]. Go to sleep. Now we've all learned a lesson. That's the last time I send rats [sic] down in the trenches without proper equipment and all alone."
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