Titas and Sherman layed in their beds wearing only their tunics talking to each other. Every once and a while a nurse slave would walk between them in the small aisle between their beds or ask them if they needed anything.
Titas had a brownish skin tone and was clean shaven with black hair in a buzz cut. Sherman on the other hand was light skinned with a mess of brown hair and side burns. His deep tan from the desert sun was almost comical; his face was totally pale while his fore arms, legs, and fingers were all well tanned. Titas could see were Sherman's fingerless gloves had been on his hands from it's lack of a tan.
"How long till you're fit to leave?", Titas asked.
Sherman looked at his left hand that was missing the pinky and ring finger, "Probably in a day or two. It's pretty much healed by now but I'm gonna milk it for all it's worth."
"If you are well you should leave to make room for another here", Titas huffed.
"Calm down, tight ass. No one's even said I'm fit to leave yet. I'm just guessing and all", Sherman said with a grin.
"Stop making fun of my name", Titas grumbled.
"Okay... titties"
Sherman laughed while Titas began contemplating strangling his friend.
"So how long till you're good to go?", Sherman asked as he wiped a tear away.
Titas looked at his leg that was in a splint, "Don't know, it doesn't really hurt anymore".
So far he'd managed to get around camp using crutches and of course Sherman would follow along like a loyal pet. An annoying immature pet but a loyal pet none the less.
"So tell me again. How did you brake it?", Sherman asked with a shit eating grin on his face.
Titas sighed. He knew if he didn't tell him it for the thousandth time that Sherman would just annoy him even more until he did. "I tripped and fell down a hill".
"Oh yes, that's right. The mighty Titas tripped and fell like a dumbass", Sherman chuckled.
He was about to argue it was completely reasonable that he didn't see the rock but was cut off by a slave stopping between them.
It was THE slave. The one Titas could never seem to take his eyes off of. She was very dark skinned with a similar hair cut to his own. Her eyes looked tired but despite that they were the most beautiful thing Titas had ever seen.
"Excuse me", she said as she checked to see how they were healing. Her voice was like angels singing.
She never dared to look him in the eyes though. She quickly checked both of their injuries while keep her eyes down cast. He wished she'd look at him.
"Your wounds are healed, sir", she said in her beautiful voice. She unwrapped the bandage on Sherman's hand.
"Well, can I stay here anyway?", Sherman asked with a grin.
She ignored his question and turned to Titas, "it's probably still gonna be a week or two before it's fully healed, sir".
"Th- thank you", he tried, "please, what is your name?".
She seemed shocked by his thanks and his question, "Siri's my name. Your welcome".
She than walked away as quickly as she'd come. He followed her with his eyes until Sherman stole back his attention.
"Well somebody wants to bang a certain medical slave", Sherman said with his shit eating grin.
"Why, because I was polite?", Titas asked.
"No", Sherman explained with a smile, "it's because since the moment she walked over you've been raising your tunic".
"Wha-", Titas began to ask but stopped when he looked at his tunic to see his penis was currently at full mast and tenting his tunic
Sherman didn't say anything instead he just wore a big Cheshire smile and punched Titas in the shoulder multiple times.
He stopped when yelling and shouting came from just outside the large tent. In walked to legionaries, a prime and a prime decanus who wasn't wearing sunglasses and a cloth over his face.
"Where is he?", The decanus asked. Some of the recruits and primes fell silent but everyone else ignored him. The slaves were far to busy and had orders from higher up and the rest of the legionaries out ranked him.
The decanus scanned the loud and noisy room for something or someone. He's eyes fell upon the two them and he approached with the other legionary on his heels.
"They told us you are fit to serve", the Decanus glared at Sherman, "stand up".
"Oh come on, chiefy", Sherman begged, "can't a poor guy get some rest".
Cheif ground his teeth in annoyance
"Sir, permission to crucify Sherman", Titas asked.
"Denied... For now", Chief said ,"why do you hate him?... More than usual I mean"
"I know what slave girl he wants to bang", Sherman practically yelled.
Chief smiled and leaned in close to Shermans face, " Do tell".
Everyone ignored Titas's protests.
"The black medical slave with the shaved head and the big ass", Sherman grinned, "if he doesn't want her, than I might give her a go."
"I will cut you dick off and make you eat it!", Titas growled.
"You want me to knock her out and drag behind the tents for you, Titas?", The previously silent legionary spoke up.
"No, Starved dog, I'll do it myself", Titas explained.
"Anyway, back to business", Chief said, "Sherman get out of that bed."
"How about later".
Chief looked at Starved dog, "Would you kindly".
Starved dog grabbed Sherman but he tried to get away.
"Quit struggling", Starved dog said calmly, " we both know you can't win this".
After a bit of wrestling he manage to carry Sherman over his shoulder. Sherman frantically beat on Starved dog's back but to no avail.
"Bad dog! Put me down! ", Sherman said tiredly after giving up on the physical fight.
Starved dog ignored him as he carried him out of the tint like a toddler who threw a fit.
Chief turned back toward Titas, "get better soon".
"Thanks", Titas held out his hand to shake, "maybe now I can get some proper rest".
Chief took his hand, "true to Caesar"
"True to Caesar".
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