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Archer laid Roach down on one of the empty beds. Then he got a syringe and gave him his pain meds. The Alprazolam was a pill and even though Roach was unconscious, he didn't dare try to give it to him. He knew from experience that Roach wasn't afraid bite him if he tried to make him take something he didn't want to. He would make him take it when he woke up. Roach had very obviously gotten worse since he stopped taking the meds and he needed them. He was just too stubborn to admit that they were helping.

About an hour later Roach woke up. Archer tried and failed to get him to take the Alprazolam. Roach also refused to tell them why they found him unconscious in the hallway, he kept changing the subject. He wouldn't eat or drink anything, simply stating that he wasn't hungry. Eventually they all left and went to the rec room, Ghost and Roach choosing to sit together as usual. Hesh and Riley were sitting together in a chair, Logan right beside them. Merrick, Kick, Keegan, and both captains (Price and MacTavish) were training in the other side of the base. Everything was relatively peaceful... until Archer got pissed.

Archer sat there staring at Roach, who had fallen asleep in Ghost's lap. He knew Roach could get better if he took his meds, but he refused. He also wouldn't eat anything. He didn't put forth any effort to take care of himself. It was almost like he didn't want to get better. He had been very lenient thus far, but Roach never listened to him and it was really getting on his nerves. He wanted Roach to get better. He really did. It was his responsibility as a medic to make sure he healed up, but that was a very hard thing to do when your patient was a stubborn bastard who never listened to you. Roach was never going to get better if he kept refusing to eat and take his meds. He decided it was time Roach did as he was told. He was about to get up to go get Roach's meds when someone who he assumed was a perimeter guard entered the room. A bad feeling crept into his stomach when the man's dark eyes landed on Roach and stayed there.

"Can I help you with something?" Hesh asked politely.

A few days ago they had gotten a fresh batch of perimeter guards. Some of them still didn't know their way around the base yet and asked for help sometimes.

"Yes please, I was wondering where the..."

Roach heard a frighteningly familiar voice and opened his eyes a crack. What he saw made him think he was dreaming because it was impossible. He laughed slightly, thinking of just how impossible it was. There was no way John had found him and was here. That was just ridiculous. He opened his eyes more and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. Wait... this didn't look like a dream. He would know John's face anywhere and that was definitely him. He pinched his arm until he knew it was gonna bruise. This wasn't a dream. Oh shit.

His first instinct was to get as far away from here as possible. But then he thought about everything John had done. Everything he did to ruin his life. All of the scars, mental and physical, that he had received from him. Why should he have to deal with this bastard's shit? John had already ruined his life and now he had the nerve to try and do more?! There was no way in hell he was just gonna sit on his ass and let that happen.

He leapt from the couch and pulled his knife from his pocket and held it by the tip of the blade. He pulled his left arm back and aimed for John's heart. His arm moved forward at lightning fast speed, but before he released the knife someone collided with his arm, screwing up his aim. The knife flew across the room and just barely grazed John's arm before burying itself in the wall behind him. God, that bastard was lucky.

Ghost grabbed Roach's arm and tried to pull it back behind him, but Roach was flexible enough to move with it and used his momentum against him, elbowing him in the ribs. Ghost groaned in pain and let go of him. Roach felt him let go and ran toward John and kicked him hard in the groin when he got close enough. John doubled over and he moved in for another kick, but John sidestepped just in time, narrowly avoiding him. Roach didn't expect him to recover that quickly and was slightly caught off guard when he moved. John took the opportunity and punched him in the nose.

He heard a pop and blood splattered all over his hand and ran down Roach's face, but it didn't faze him. He nimbly dodged John's next punch and threw all of his weight forward, efficiently knocking him to the floor. He pinned him down, his knees on either side of his abdomen, then he started punching him as hard as he could. He only got a couple punches in before he felt several pairs of hands grab his arms and forcefully drag him away from John. He fought against them, but wasn't strong enough to fight them all off. Then there was a pinprick in his neck and suddenly he felt extremely tired. The last thing he saw before the darkness took over was Hesh helping John up.

Archer quickly looked Roach over for injuries, other than the obvious ones on his face. That's when he saw the blood on his leg. Oh shit! He pulled a knife from his pocket and cut Roach's pants at the knee, then ripped them open further so he could see the damage. He almost laughed in relief when he saw that the small cut on Roach's leg had reopened and not the bad injury he had received during the time that he was captured. But he had still come way too close to reopening his worse injury. And he had also just attacked a completely innocent person. He was mentally unstable and that scared him. How long would if be before he attacked someone else? Archer refused to let him hurt anyone else or himself. The only way to prevent that was to lock him up, but if that's what it took, then he was willing to do so.

Roach's nose was still bleeding, so he pinched the bridge of it and tilted his head up so the bleeding would stop. After a few minutes, it stopped and he picked Roach up and brought him to the infirmary. He couldn't believe he had just attacked someone for no reason. Roach would usually never do something like that, but he currently wasn't in his right mind. He didn't know how the hell he got his knife back. Roach knew he wasn't supposed to have any weapons, but they were all aware of how uncomfortable he was without one. He must've taken it. Archer knew that was gonna happen eventually, he just didn't think Roach was going to try to kill someone with it.

He laid Roach down on one of the beds with restraints and secured his wrists and ankles in them. Then he made sure that his broken right arm was in a position where it wouldn't hurt him. He felt a little bad for locking him up like this, but he didn't want him to reopen the wound in his leg. If he did, there was about an 80% chance that he wouldn't be able to walk again. Archer didn't like those odds. He also didn't want Roach hurting anyone else. He sighed and went to go get the supplies he would need to clean him up.

He grabbed some gauze and a wash cloth, then he pulled a chair up beside the bed and started to gently clean the blood off Roach's face. It was all over the bottom part of his face and neck, some even reaching his chest. Archer was mostly done cleaning him up when everyone else ran into the room.

"Is Roach okay?"

"What happened?"

"How did he get a-"

No one could say anything else before Archer leapt from his chair and literally shoved everyone out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Shut up! I swear to God if you wake him up I will murder you with an axe!" He said harshly.

Everyone went quiet, some of them paling slightly.

He took a deep breath before saying, "I'm almost done fixing him up, I just have to set his nose. Go to the rec room and I'll be there in a few minutes. You can see him later."

Then he went back into the room and shut the door.

A/N: Oopsies... I left you on a cliffhanger... Haha, looks like you'll have to review if you want any more chapters. Stuff is going to get really interesting soon. REVIEW! :D