Private kept his back to the door as Skipper came in.
"Private you need to eat.."
"I'm not hungry." 'Guess he's somber now.'
"How can you not be hungry?"
Words from last night struck his mind, 'Stop pushing me away, Please. You have no idea how much it hurts.' Private sighed then turned towards him. "What did you do to me?"
Skipper paused, "What?"
"I know you did something to my head..."
"I gave your forehead a shot...Because you were close to getting a sudden rare kind of brain tumor."
Private froze. "W-What?"
"The reason why you were having a head ache was because of that." Skipper grabbed Private's flipper. "When you started tearing at the bandage, I was worried you were going to speed up the tumor. And that wouldn't give the medicine a chance to settle in." He sighed. "When I saw you holding your head and whimpering, I thought it was too late..."
It slowly dawned on Private. Skipper hadn't tried to killed him, he was trying to save him from death. And he had been a jerk instead of letting Skipper explain.
He wrapped his flippers around Skipper. "I'm so sorry... I've been a jerk..."
Skipper looked surprised at him but returned the hug.