Medical was reasonably empty. As they walked in a Corpsman looked at both of them. "Physical Combat training?"
John nodded.
"GySgt Felix just called." Answered a female corpsman. "He want's full physical workup on them. Apparently they tried to kill each other."
Dylan scoffed. "If I were trying to kill you, Grimm, I'd have succeeded." She told him as they were led to two beds.
"I believe you, Devreaux." He chuckled.
The two were put in beds at the end of the ward, both right next to each other.
"How hard is GySgt Felix going to come down on us?" Grimm asked her.
She sighed, laying down flat. "I'll talk to Felix before you do. I might be able to talk him off of the ledge."
"Don't fall asleep, Corporal." He warned, watching her eyes close. "You've never been in this situation before?"
She shook her head, "I don't always get to fight students on the first day."
"Felix said that was a part of the class."
"Most Marines in these classes aren't half as good as you are."
"Thanks." He chuckled.
"I'll feed Felix some line about getting carried away."
"Did you?"
"I have a very high win rate." She answered. "It's not fairly often I meet my match in a class."
"Is that how you became an instructor?" He asked as a doctor came over to them.
"I got into a fight on my first post assignment. Discipline came with an invitation to go to the combat course. I stayed at the top of my class and eventually Felix showed up and told me to pack my bags."
"And here we are?"
She shrugged, blinking a few times. "Nearly two years ago now."
A doctor walked over to both of them. "Alright, who is first?"
Grimm gestured to Devreaux. "She's the one with the concussion."
"Okay, Sit up, Corporal." The doctor told her. He went through the motions, checking her for damage. The doctor ran his fingers up her shoulders and neck, going underneath her braid. "You've got tension in your shoulders and neck, you'll be sore later. I'm not seeing anything to make me think you have a concussion. Why were you worried about that?"
"I got body slammed into a brick wall. By him."
The doctor nodded, looking at Grimm. "I'd like to check your ribs and shoulders for swelling, muscle tears."
She nodded.
He pulled a curtain around, giving them some privacy.
John saw her silhouette as she took off her tank top and let the Doctor check her back for injury.
After a few minutes, he pulled the curtain back as she was getting her shirt back on. "Alright Corporal Grimm, your turn."
"I don't think I have anything more than a few scratches."
The Doctor looked at him, skeptically.
Neither Marine flinched or caved.
"Nurse," The Doctor called. "Clean up the scratches, then cut them lose."
Grimm looked at Devreaux, "So we're hanging out until Felix gets here?"
She shook her head. "Nope. I'm going to go shower and change."
"GySgt Felix said -"
"He won't punish you, only me."
"Still defying orders."
"Like when you didn't break off the fight?"
"It felt like you were trying to kill me."
She smirked up at him, "You'd know if i was trying to kill you." She got up and started walking out of the medbay. "You would still be on that table."
He chuckled, following her.