Beach Head made his way to the infirmary. Duke had instructed him that he had to apologize to Jezebel. He was not going to stand by and watch them bait each other any longer. Their little pissing contest, as Duke had called it, was disrupting things far too much. He needed them to work together, warning Beach Head that next time he was going to let Hawk be the one to handle it. Apparently, the general was very upset about the whole thing.
Lifeline, seeing Beach Head enter the infirmary, was instantly on alert and moving in. "No getting her riled up . She needs to rest so her lung doesn't get inflamed and her ribs can heal."
"Yeah, yeah." He pushed passed Lifeline, who glared at him but said no more. He removed his mask and sat down by Jezebel, who was currently sleeping lightly. He watched her, not wanting to wake her, knowing that it would be his ass if he did.
After about ten minutes, she realized she was being watched and blinked her eyes open from her slumber. "What ya want?" Her words were slightly slurred.
"To apparently tell you I was an ass and that I am sorry." He neither sounded nor looked like that was true.
She snorted. "Know that already."
"Good, then things are settled. I'm not suppose to upset you so I think I'd better be going." He moved to get up.
"Wait." She tried to sit up but hissed and fell back down. "Dammit." Her hand moved to her ribs.
Instinctively, he moved closer to her side. "Don't move. Now, what did you want?" He put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving.
"Ya ain't the only one needs ta apologize. I was a bitch, period. I just like ta rile yer feathers." She panted slightly, the pain from that movement a bit more than she had expected. She filed that information away so she would remember when she moved again.
"Apology accepted. Now get some rest." He looked down at her. His expression was softer than she had ever seen it, not that she had ever really seen him without his mask that much.
She nodded. "Gotcha. Need ta be able ta take that damn tower again." She gave him somewhat of a smile.
"Not for a while." He gave her a slight lift of the corners of his mouth. The smile soon left his lips.
She started to cough, dried flakes of blood landing in the hand she covered her mouth with. "Damn." She reached for a tissue to wipe her mouth with.
"Lifeline, get over here!" Beach Head called to him.
The medic came over to them. "What?"
"She's coughing up blood." He had not known she had been hurt that seriously.
"She has been since she fell." He takes the tissue from Jezebel with she was done with it. "Least it's dried up now." He put a hand to her head. "Slight temperature." She groaned at that news.
"Then she'll be alright?" He looked concerned.
"Fine as long as it doesn't get infected." He glared at Beach Head. How dare he be concerned now! "If it wasn't against my sensibilities, I'd kill you for this." He turned and left to get Jezebel some medicine.
Jezebel chuckled. "Doesn't understand what it is ta be a soldier, does he?"
Beach Head rolled his eyes. "No, he doesn't."
She nodded. "Oh well. Kinda like him the way he is, even if he is annoyin' as hell." She coughed again.
"He's more annoying than that even." He gave her a slight smirk. To just talk to her was not so bad, at least so far.
After yet another bout of coughing, she declared, "Dammit. I'm givin' that tower a nice solid kick when they let me outta here." She then snorted. "Probably break my damn foot."
"Don't go injurin my tower."
She smiled at him. "Nah. Couldn't have that now. Need ya ta scare the dickens outta recruits."
He grinned at her. "I like the way you think."
"Cause I'm depraved and mean?" Her eyes danced as she asked.
"Yep." His grin widened. "Well, I have to give some recruits hell." He stood. She nodded, starting into another coughing fit. He shook his head and left to find someone to torture.
Scarlet, Lady Jaye, and Cover Girl were walking through the mess hall at lunch, looking for a place to sit, when they spotted Reaper sitting alone at a table. The walked over to her, wanting to get to know her. "Do you mind if we sit down?" Scarlet asked her.
She looked up at them. "No, by all means the table's all yours." She stood and walked away, discarding her tray before heading back outside. She had no desire to get to know them.
"What's her problem?" Cover Girl mused, a bit upset at her attitude toward them.
"I don't know," Scarlet answered. She ate quickly. "I'll find out, though." She stood and returned her own tray. She then headed outside to find Reaper, doing so in a field on the other side of the training fields. Finding her, however, took some time. "Are you usually so rude?" She asked once she had.
Reaper looked up at the voice. "I've been told I am."
"Is there a reason?"
"Just being me," she answered simply, looking away from Scarlet. She was not going to invite conversation.
"We just wanted to introduce ourselves as we will be working together. I'm Scarlet." She did not offer her hand, knowing it would not be taken.
"Good for you." She petted Killer, doing her best to ignore Scarlet so she would take a hint and go away.
"Listen, Corporal. I'm not one to pull rank but if you want me to, I can."
"Listen." She looked up at her again, looking her up and down. "Lady, there's a reason I'm still a corporal, so you can pull all the rank you want."
Scarlet eyed her. "You'll never make it here if you can't work with others."
"Now, see, that's the reason I'm here. To do my job. Nothing more. I don't eat, breathe, and live this shit like the rest of you do. I have more important things to do with my time. This is just a job for me."
Scarlet shook her head. "If you don't care about others, you have no reason to be here." She turned and walked away. Reaper let her, happy with the peace and quiet once she was gone.