Janine let out a tired sigh when she looked to see the glove, a huge crack in the wall above it. "Ugh, I'm so sorry." She apologized, looking at the Scout with a worried face. "I'm getting in trouble for sure." The Scout got up from above her and dusted himself off, helping The Bruiser to her feet.
She saw that his face was red as he grinned at her. He then let out a hearty chuckle. "Right, like we don't already make da walls blue with all da others practicin'!" Janine looked at him, confused. Then she looked around the rest of the room.
He's right. This isn't the only crack in the wall and even the ceiling's got some damage.
She looked back towards the Scout. "Well, at least I'm not the only one." She said, relieved. "Does the room ever get fixed, though?" Scout thought for a moment, putting a hand to his chin.
"Uhhh, not that I'd know! I'm sure one o' da mercs who actually care handle it sometimes, though. Some days I'll come in and it'll look the way it did the first time we all came here." Janine nodded. "Would not be good if it came down from too much damage." She commented.
"Anyways," Scout began, running over to the fallen glove and securing it back onto Janine's arm. "Seems like your issue's what happens after you sock the bad guy." The Bruiser nodded, feeling a slight embarrassment at the truth of his words. "So after da glove hits da target, it'll come back cause of da springs holding it to your sleeve." He thought for a moment, staring at said glove.
"You just ain't prepared for when it comes back, and we've gotta figure that out before we actually get you onto the battlefield."
"This would have been a lot worse if it happened during an actual battle..." Janine muttered. "Yeah, you'd have knocked yourself out, Bruisah! We gotta teach ya how not to do dat." The Scout said, a playful tone in his voice. The Bruiser's face lit up at this. "You would...actually help me with that?" She wondered.
"Of course! We're in the same group, I wouldn't let ya fail! And even if I did, the others definitely wouldn't!" Scout assured her. This relieved Janine, and she gave him a grateful smile. "So, how do we manage this problem?"
The following training session was a tough one for Janine. She was to punch targets and successfully dodge the glove's recoil after hitting the target. Occasionally, the Scout would jump in and stop the Bruiser from getting her face punched inwards.
Sometimes the glove would come back to hit some other part of her, like her chest or stomach. When he begun to see some progress coming from the training, he also noticed Janine getting tired and reacting slower than she did before. "Okay, Bruisah, one more!" He urged. "Uh-huh, got it..." She sighed. She had a few bruises herself.
She set herself up in front of the target and tried to give it a determined look. The Scout saw this as a more tired look, but he made sure this would be the last time he'd make her practice her punches. He watched as The Bruiser threw quite a powerful punch and clapped, but didn't notice the glove swiftly coming back towards her chest at full force.
Janine was too tired to move her legs and faced the consequences, her body getting sent back towards the same wall the glove had cracked earlier. The Bostonian watched in horror as her back hit the wall.
The Scout running towards her was the last thing Janine's tired eyes saw when the back of her head hit the wall, causing her to black out.
What do I do?! Bring her to Doc or bring her to her bed?
The Bostonian picked up The Bruiser's small body, but not before gently removing the gloved sleeves from her arms. Looking at the gloves made him feel a hatred he hadn't felt in a long time. These hurt Janine, the new mercenary he found extremely cute and interesting to spend time with.
He decided to bring her to The Medic.
"Leetle girl is hurt!" The Scout heard a voice once he stepped out of the training room holding Janine. He turned to see The Heavy dashing towards him with a concerned look. Scout watched in silence as Heavy carefully took one of Janine's hands in his, lifted it up, let it go, and watched it fall back down.
The Bostonian backed away after this and looked up to see Heavy looking back at him, clearly distraught. "What happen to leetle girl?" He asked in his husky Russian accent. Scout stuttered out his response. "U-uh, she got hurt trainin'."
Bad. She got hurt trainin' real bad.
Scout looked down at Janine's peaceful face. One of Heavy's hands moved under her nose. "Leetle girl is breathing." He heard him say. "Yeah, she betta be." Scout mumbled. He wanted to cuddle her face or hold her cheek with his own hand, but figured she would not like to wake up to that.
"I'm takin' her to Doc. He'll know what ta do." Heavy nodded. "Da. Take care of leetle girl." He pleaded and walked off to watch the television. "You bet I will..." Scout said silently enough to be talking to himself.
Just as Scout was about to knock on The Medic's door with his foot, he noticed a hand knock before he could do it himself. His eyes followed the hand to see that it belonged to The Sniper. "Sheila hurt?" The lanky Aussie asked quietly, eyeing Janine's body.
"Uh, yeah, she knocked herself out trainin'." Scout answered with a nod. "Literally." The two mercenaries said in unison. Sniper let out a small chuckle at this, and knocked on the door harder. "C'mon, Medic, it's important this toime!" He called towards the door.
"Ja, ja." They heard the Medic's voice from inside the room, adorned by an annoyed tone.