Chapter 6- Anger

(Laurens' POV)

Hamilton trailed behind me with a slightly slow, agonising rate. He carried a slight limp in his small stagger but kept up enough for me to not comment. Along the way back to my- our- bunk, Hamilton's eyes couldn't help but stare intently at the surroundings. Busying folk darting back and forth between rooms, insignificant 'beeps' from the clocks, fragments of a wind blowing from the doors and the fresh scent of tomato pasta brewing- he couldn't help but lick his lips at. The food he must have gotten served in his Medical room would have been bland yet almost too nutritious for some people's taste, so his reaction seemed on point.

With each hall we turned, his expression would differ depending on a new sight he saw. At first, I thought this to be odd, until I remembered how this would have been a brand new memory to him.

Because of you, you shit.

I pressed the thought to the back of my mind to stew with the rest- still there, just boiling into something bigger. It didn't occur at the time, but it would have been a bad idea for events to come...

That luscious scent of pasta trailed with us through nearly every corridor, Hamilton's eyes growing wider each time.

"Don't worry Hamilton, we'll be eating soon enough." I smirked, not looking back over my shoulder.

"Good! Do you realise how bad the meals were back in the hospital-thing? I know you need to pump a load of nutrients into me but, Jesus Christ! At least add some sort of taste other than soggy cardboard to it!"

I rolled my eyes and didn't reply to his (what must have been small for him) rant, the door to the Alpha Squad Bunks coming into view.

Hamilton made a couple of comments on the name which I just let slip to the back of my mind and proceeded to my- *sigh* our- room.

No lock in the way, I pushed open the door and switched on the light.

"Okay, so," I started, ushering him into the room, "I know this isn't exactly 'luxury' but that's not something we get down here." He nodded and sat on the chair from my desk. "You've got a wardrobe, a bed, a set of draws, clothes and we share that bathroom over there." I indicated towards the side door in the room. "If you want a shower, everyone but the General have to use the public ones down the hall. I get the first shower after a mission, then it's my Lieutenant and then whoever is in line first. Try to make quick use of the water as there isn't much of it down here."

Hamilton gave his stern nods and began to examine the room from top to bottom.

"That's your bed." I walked closer to him, indicating the bed on the right of mine which was positioned against the wall. Between them was the desk he was already sat at and two smaller tables for personal belongings.

I cleared my throat and tapped him out of a trance, "You won't be using the desk. Only I have paperwork Shortbread."

He stood up on his nimble legs and slumped on top of his bedsheets kicking off his boots.

"Whatever you say Freckles." He winked to the close his eyes into a small rest.

I raised my eyebrows at his gesture, crossed my arms and chucked his abandoned boots back onto his chest.

"Don't leave your mess in here Hamilton. I'll warn you now before I need to put my foot down. I don't do slackers."

"That's rich coming from you!" He exclaimed sitting up sharply from his mattress.

"Excuse me?!"

"'I don't do slackers'! Well, look who slacked off while 'saving' me?! Zapping all my memories in the process?!"

Well this changed quickly.

"That was a mistake! Plus, there's a difference between that and some boots so leave that out if this! We all make mistakes and that's something you will learn soon enough! Now please shut your gob! One, I don't do snark. And two, you don't raise your voice at a Captain!"

Through his eyes, anger seethed out like hells fire as he roughly yanked up his boots and positioned them in the right place, inside his wardrobe.

"Why do I even have to be part of this... I never even had a fucking choice..." He muttered between his teeth.

I ground my own together in frustration and fury about to bark out a reply before a knock came through my door.

"Enter." I sighed, trying to banish the anger from my speech.

"Hey there Laurens!" Elizler came waving through the door. "I forgot to give you the medication for Hamil- oh, hi Hamilton!" She smiled at the shorter man before turning to me. "Let me know if there's anything I can do for you two!" She turned on her heel and handed me the pills except I grabbed her shoulder before she could go too far.

"Wait El! Can you take Hamilton to dinner? I won't be going today. Show him where the library is after, get him a book and bring him back? Also say hi to Peggler for me!"

She smiled and ushered for Hamilton to follow on. He did so without a fuss or a glance towards me and closed the door smoothly behind him.

His training course would start tomorrow. And boy how I was going to teach him a lesson or two...

He wouldn't know what hit him...

Authors Note: Rushed. Short. Crap. Boring. I'm tired. Goodnight.

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-L.E-Rae _x_