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“Lay down, won’t ya! I need to fix you.”
Kix was adamant in his order with the bleeding trooper in his med tent smack middle of the battlefield or at least close to it.
“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch is all.”
“Fives, you are bleeding all over my tent! That,” Kix was pointing at Fives’ head, “is not a scratch but a major injury. You could have suffered a concussion. Or worse.”
“Aww man! Worse?!? What could be worse than a concussion?”
“Well, death I imagine.”
“Death!?! I can’t be caught with death! Not now or ever!”
“Right.”
“So, can you fix this?”
“Yes Fives, I can. Now, lay still while I scan you will you!”
“Sir, yes Sir!!!”
Fives truly was the worst patient ever. But Kix could be quite persuasive when he really wanted to.
And so, whatever objections Fives may have had in his mind or spoken out loud, fell upon death ears.
And soon enough, the scan was completed and the results were there on the datapad to read.
“So, ya wanna hear the verdict?”
“Ye… yeah. Is it bad?”
“Well, no concussion detected, but… there are some anomalies I would like to take a better look at.”
“Nah, Kixie. Can’t be that bad. Is just my brain is all. I feel fine and can’t wait to get back out there in the fight.”
“Out there?”
“Yeah, the battle, I feel great! So can I go now?”
Fives was really trying to sell his being okay and very hard so to Kix.
“Um, no.”
“No wot?”
“No. You cannot go. Doctor’s orders.”
“But…”
“No buts, Fives. You will stay here until I say otherwise. Until I can be sure you are okay.”
“Oh come on Kix! I’m good to go right now!”
Kix looked at the datapad then back at Fives. His gaze calculative as he did.
“Okay then, if you say you’re good to go. But…”
“But?”
“One more condition and I will release you.”
“Okay, wot is it?” Fives was eager enough to counter Kix’s condition.
“Tell me your CT number.”
“I, um… my um, CT number? Its… um.. 74…6…”
Kix rolled his eyes, slapping a patch on Fives before pushing him back to lay on the med-bed.
“Did I fail?”
“Royally so.”
“But, how can you be sure?”
“What’s your name?”
“Fives.”
“And?”
Fives looked at Kix, not sure what the problem was, until… realisation hit him, hard too.
“Oh!”
“Yeah, that. Now, lay down and rest and have a nap!”
Fives did not complain any further or try to weasel his way out from the med tent. He had indeed, screwed up royally so, failing Kix’s test. No to mention the gaping hole in his head causing him… well, something!