A/N:
This chapter is very random.

Chapter 8⃣
"She seems alright," Spoke the doctor who was observing Scarlett over the top of his clipboard. "Just some mild concussion. A few scratches and bruises, too." "But when will she be ready to be discharged?" Carter asked impatiently.
"Tomorrow, I expect. She's had a very lucky escape. Right now she needs rest until she awakes."
Taking the cue to leave, everybody silently exited, apart from Jorge.
"Can I sit and wait?" He quietly asked the Doctor, who nodded. "Just make sure you alert someone when she awakes."
Jorge nodded. "Will do."
Hesitating slightly, the doctor finally left. Jorge quietly sat down in a chair by Scarlett's bedside, eventually falling asleep again.
Scarlett slowly opened her eyes to blinding light. She looked around and did not recognize her surroundings. However, she saw Jorge dozing and relaxed.
"Jorge."
"Huh?" Jorge awoke sharply. "Scarlett! You're awake,"
Scarlett nodded and smiled weakly in response.
"How are you feeling?" Jorge asked.
Scarlett shrugged. "Okay, I guess...What happened, exactly?"
"Well, the Pelican didn't respond well to entering Earth's atmosphere. You lost control and ordered us all off. Then you crash-landed. Thankfully you weren't hurt." He smiled, tucking some of Scarlett's hair behind her ear.
"At least you weren't hurt." She replied, smiling softly.
"Ah!" The doctor suddenly burst in. "She is awake! Perfect. How are you feeling, Ms...?"
"Just call me Scarlett."
"Very well, how are you feeling, Scarlett?"
Scarlett shrugged. "Okay. A bit drowsy."
The doctor nodded, jotting something down on this clipboard. "Okay. That seems completely normal. We'll be discharging you tomorrow morning, so you can rest up."
The doctor was about to leave, but frowned upon Jorge still sitting down. "Ahem." He cleared his throat as a cue for Jorge to leave.
"Oh. Um, right," Jorge replied, feeling slightly stupid. "I'll see you tomorrow, Scarlett."
Scarlett nodded and smiled. "Yep. Bye."

When Jorge arrived at the hotel Carter had booked, the rooms had already been sorted. Carter and Kat were sharing, Emile in his own room, and Jun with Jorge. As soon as Jorge had stepped into his and Jun's hotel room, Jun jumped up.
"Ah, Jorge! You made it for the...SLEEPOVER!"
Jorge groaned and had to refrain himself from face palming.
"So, how is she?" Jun questioned, concerned.
Jorge nodded. "Just mild concussion. She should be out tomorrow."
Jun grinned. "Great, so this beer I got won't be put to a waste!"
"You got beer?"
"Yup, Emile and I decided to have a party in his room! You wanna come?" Jun asked, picking up a keg of beer.
"I'll pass that offer."
Jun shrugged. "Suit yourself." And with that, he left, heading for Emile's room. Jorge sat down on his bed and switched on the TV.
Suddenly, he heard loud techno music and cheers from Emile's room. Groaning, he lay on his back and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long night.

Back in Emile's room, Jun had somehow managed to get Carter drunk. Kat, refusing to take part in, as she had said "fools errand", had retired to her room to try and get some rest. Carter was now jumping on the beds with Jun.
"It's like a bouncy castle!" Carter exclaimed.
"Whippee!" Jun yelled.
Suddenly, the door crashed upon and there stood a very angry looking Jorge.
"Ah, you've come to join us, Fatty!" Emile exclaimed.
Jorge shot him a death glare. "No, I've come to tell you to keep the bloody noise down. My girlfriend - Your friend - Is in hospital, and all you can do is party?" "It's to celebrate she's okay!" Jun chirped.
"She's being discharged TOMORROW!" Jorge bellowed, causing Jun to wince and cover his ears. "Anything could happen in that amount of time! Keep it down or we'll all be thrown out!" Finishing his rant, Jorge slammed the door, stomped to his own room and slammed his door, too, grumbling so loudly Emile could hear him from the other side of the wall.

A few hours later, and Emile's party was slowly but surely dying. Carter had partied with Jun, then proceeded to pass out on the floor. Emile had attracted a group of girls and was telling them how he killed a Hunter using a barrel single-handed, whilst Jun was still partying.
Again, there came a loud knocking at the door. Jun opened it, but instead of seeing Jorge as he had expected, a very tired and moody-looking Scarlett was there instead.
"Scarlett?" Jun chided loudly, causing Jorge to hear and open his door.
"Scarlett," Jorge began, looking confused. "I thought you were being discharged tomorrow?"
Scarlett shrugged. "The doctor said I looked well enough to be discharged today." Jorge nodded, putting an arm around her waist. "So, Kat picked me up because I didn't want to disturb Jorge. I figured he needed some rest," Scarlett continued. "I was bunking with Kat, because Carter apparently got drunk and was spending the night in Emile's room. I tried sleeping but I can't, because all I can hear is your yelling!"
Jun rubbed the back of his head nervously. Jorge looked ready to explode. "Heh...Sorry about that. Party's over, guys!" He called over his shoulder.
Emile stopped the music. "What the hell? Why?"
"Because they," He gestured to the angry-looked Jorge and Scarlett. "Can't sleep!"
Emile rolled his eyes. "Alright guys, party's over!" The girls sighed and stalked out.
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "I hope you weren't involved in this, Jorge?"
Jorge's eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. "Of course not."
Emile sniggered. Scarlett narrowed her eyes. "Good...well, I'm going back to bed," she rubbed her eyes wearily. "I'm so tired. Not more partying, okay?"
Emile and Jun nodded solemnly.
"Goodnight, Jorge." Scarlett said to Jorge, kissing him on the forehead before leaving to Kat's room.
Emile pulled a face at Jorge and Scarlett's romantic moment. Jorge simply glared before walking back off to his room, thankful to get at least some rest.
"So, uh, what do we do with the Commander?" Jun asked, gesturing to the knocked-out Carter laying on the floor.
Emile grinned. "I have an idea."

"I just hope the staff don't think we've murdered him." Jun said, rubbing his bald head.
"Nah, it'll be alright." Emile replied. They had dumped Carter outside the room; they didn't know what else to do.
"I'm tired." Yawned Jun, collapsing on the bed.
Emile shrugged. "We've got nothing else to do, because Jorge and Scarlett pretty much ruined the party...so I guess we'll just have to sleep now."
Jun nodded. "Good idea. I'm tired."
Emile got into his own bed and looked across at Jun, who had somehow already managed to fall asleep.
He raised his eyebrows and shook his head, laying down to fall asleep.

"Uh, excuse me? Are you okay?" Carter awoke to hear a young woman's voice ringing in his ear. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head, before realising he was sitting outside his hotel room.
"What the hell happened?" He asked, clearly annoyed.
"That's what I want to know." The maid replied, playing with her hair. "Came to do cleaning, and I find you. Like this."
Carter stood up, brushing himself down. "Jun and Emile..." He muttered. "Well, uh, thanks for your help! I'll just step back inside my room." He grinned awkwardly and stepped back inside his hotel room, slamming the door behind him.
The maid stood in the hallway, astonished.
"What the hell happened?" Carter demanded. Emile and Jun jumped slightly; they were relaxing, watching T.V.
"Sorry, Commander...You got a little, uh, drunk...again." Jun lightly explained.
Carter face-palmed. "Great. Well I'm going back to Kat's room. I need to freshen up...go out if you want, just...whatever." He dismissed, leaving the room.

"That's a cute dress!" Scarlett said, pointing at a red dress in a shop window.
Kat nodded. "Yeah, but the blue one is cuter."
Scarlett giggled, looking back at Jorge, who looked extremely bored. "Are you sure you don't want to do something else?"
Jorge shook his head, plastering a fake smile on. "No, no. It's fine."
They were currently shopping for a dress for Scarlett for her date with Jorge. Jorge had volunteered to come along, deciding it was better than being with Emile and Jun. However, he was bored. Shopping wasn't his thing.
"I'll think I'll try this one on." Scarlett decided, entering the store. Kat followed her, with Jorge reluctantly trailing behind.
"So, what do you think?" Scarlett asked excitedly, twirling around in the red dress she had just tried on.
Kat nodded. "It looks great!"
Jorge looked up and was amazed. "You look beautiful." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
"Oh, please!" Kat teased. "Can't you give it a rest?"
Scarlett giggled, pulling away from Jorge. "Let's just get that dress."

A few hours later, Jorge and Scarlett were on their date, whilst Carter, Jun and Emile partied again, with Kat staying at the hotel.
Carter had drank about five beers; he was drunk again. He leered over the counter slightly, mumbling something undefinable, before collapsing on the floor - Again.
Emile and Jun were too busy partying to care or help.
Suddenly, a figure loomed over Carter. He blinked, clearing his vision. It was the same maid from the hotel.
"It's you again!" Carter said drunkly, getting on his feet. "Yes, it's me. And it's you - The dead guy!" The maid replied sarcastically.
Carter smiled crookedly. "Ooh, feisty..." He said creepily. "I like it."
The maid grimaced slightly before going back to a blank expression. "Alright, I think it's time you know. Holland sent me here to spy on you guys. I'm really a Spartan."
"What?!" Carter yelled. "That douce bag, Holland! Ugh, he thinks he knows it all! And the biggest douche bag of the year award goes to Colonel Holland!" He grabbed a trophy from a person celebrating a football win, and tossed it behind him.
"How very kind of you." An all-too-familiar voice said in response.
Holland.
Carter literally froze and turned pale. He turned around too see a very angry looking Holland not looking impressed.
"On a serious note, I'm sending you all back to Reach. Your behaviour has been embarrassing and damaging to the UNSC. Megan," He gestured to the maid. "Is a Lone-Spartan. She will be escorting you back to Reach."

A few minutes later, and the news had been broken to Scarlett and Jorge, who were on their date.
Jorge roared out in anger and flipped the table over, spilling food all over Scarlett's new dress.
"JORGE!" She screeched, before running out of the restaurant in embarrassment. Jorge followed, tying to apologise.
Emile raised an eyebrow at Megan. "Couples."