Chapter 16:
"I don't understand your fuckin' problem," Scout snarked, throwing away the remains of his soiled bandages. "I'm a fuckin' adult, Snipes! I can take care of myself,"
"Well, you certainly didn't know how to control that Jeep," Sniper retorted, yet his voice still held concern. "You had me really scared,"
Scout huffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, that's always how it is. I always fuck up, you get scared, and then you have to come in lookin' like a hero. That's how it always is!"
"I mean," Sniper approached hesitantly, trying to examine the open wound on Scout's arm. "Are you okay—?"
"Oh, my God," Scout groaned, rising and stalking away, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm fine! Jeez, can't you leave me the fuck alone?!"
"Hey, I'm just worried—!"
"You always are!" Scout paced, slipping his hands into his pockets. He didn't look at Sniper for several moments, his feet making a tapping sound against the wood floor. Finally, he stopped. "Snipes?"
"Yeah?"
"Um…" Scout swallowed. "Can you…leave me alone for a while?"
Sniper froze. "What do you mean?"
"Just…" Scout turned away, crossing his arms. "I don't wanna talk,"
"I don't understand,"
"Oh, for—!" Scout inhaled sharply, trying to control his temper. "Go…go out huntin' or somethin'. Shoot some folks, do whatever the hell it is you do in your free time. Just…leave me alone, okay?"
Sniper only stood there, still a bit confused. "But…you're still hurt,"
"I'll go see Medic," Scout sighed. "For the love of God, I can take of myself!" He pointed to the door. "Go. Have a nice day,"
"I…" Sniper didn't have anything else to say. "Okay,"
He turned to the door of Scout's room, turning the handle and opening it. Before he left, Scout called again from behind him.
"Sorry,"
Sniper almost responded, but chose to say nothing. He left silently, heading outside.
He headed to the camper, where Spy was waiting.
Spy lit another cigarette as Sniper approached, and Sniper asked him, "Did you put Dee down for a nap?"
"Yes, I did," Spy answered. "How did the mission with Scout go?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," Sniper sighed, getting in. "Let's just get this over with. Have you got the map?"
Spy pulled the folded map from his coat pocket. "Oui,"
"And you're sure this is where the Di'Angelos went?"
"Oui,"
Sniper took a breath. "Okay— let's do this,"