Ch. 3
Tseng and Aerith met a LifeLight chopper at the door to the clinic. The medics wheeled Reno into the sliding glass door. Apon seeing the battered Turk, Aerith winced and held onto Tseng's arm. Tseng glanced over at her. She was obviously concerned for the mangled red- head. "Don't worry, Aerith," he reassured "He'll be fine." The brunette looked at him, nodded, then squeezed his arm tighter.
"Hey," one of the medics yelled over the roar of the chopper, "Mr.... uhh..." he struggled to pronounce the name. "Xeng," Tseng informed him. "Uhh... yeah. Xeng. Hey, I'll need you to sign these... and take a copy of this for your incident report." The young man showed Tseng where to sign and initial as Aerith watched and waited patiently for them to finish. 'Wow,' she thought 'he's got really nice handwriting.'
As soon as they finished, Tseng went into the clinic and Aerith followed. They came to the door of the room holding Reno and Tseng knocked out of courtesy. The younger Turk turned his head to his supervisor and flashed a weak grin. Once again, Tseng lead them into the room and Aerith followed. They both took a seat by the hospital bed. Tseng placed his hand on top of Reno's. "How are you doing?" Reno laughed, " I got the shit beat outta me but, other than that, I'm fine, yo." "Smartass," Tseng mumbled under his breath. The younger man laughed again, having heard the comment. "You know it." He looked over at Aerith, just noticing her. "I take it the mission was successful, yo," he asked. Tseng nodded his head. "That's good," Reno yawned. "Hey, yo," he said, "If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna get some sleep." Tseng put his arm on his comrade's shoulder. "Okay. Take it easy, Reno." The other Turk snickered. "When don't I, yo? When don't I?" Tseng grinned and shook his head. 'That kid is hopeless,' he thought as he lead Aerith back to his office.