Muddle✔

Knew so.

Sam's pov:
I woke up after a while , and drake didn't punish me yet.

He came looked at both Adam and said *rest* and left.

But his partial glare gave it all out.

I'm screwed!

" we'll live. Most probably"

'That helped a lot. Thanks adam ' I say with a scoff.

'Why is he creating suspense.'

"He isn't, really.
C'mon bro ,you know he won't push us in any way that can cause permanent damage.
We are going to be roasted realllllly well but -"
He takes a dramatic break , making me roll my eyes at him.

"After we get well. And for you my boy that time is going to be today evening .
So sleep tight, till you can. "

He stage whispers the last part.

This guy is too cheery , for someone who is on a hospital bed,and about to get butchered.

A nurse inject some medicine in my nerves and I feel drowsy again.

_______________

I feel so much better after the long sleep.

I rotate my neck sideways , to figure any pain left.

The sleep did the thing.

I really needed it.

Continuous gazing on computer screens for months can do this to you.

A knock on the door interrupts my self examination session.

George ! This guy never brings good news.

He salutes me and I nod at him.

'Colonel has ordered for you to be at the front door of colonel's dorm building.
In 20 minutes, sir. '

"Okay. Do I need to change into trainers as well. "

'No such order sir. '

"Okay, I'll be there. "

George leaves with that.

I drink a glass of juice kept at the side table and leave .

Drake is standing in front of the gate with his usual expressionless face.

'Major Samuel reporting Sir. '
I salute.

He turns his head towards me.

Show time.

*Why do you think you are here
major?*

' Because you ordered me to sir. '

If it were parade ground or something I might have given a diffrent answer.

*You won't be here unless I order you to?*

I want to dig the ground and hide in it forever.

This building has VIP guest house for colonels or brigadier or generals to stay if they are for a visit.

And the dorms of my senior officers.
I am not supposed to be here without permission.

'Apolo-'

*Answer the damn question*
He yells cutting me off.

Making me flinch .

'I w-won't be sir.'

*hmm. Now tell me what you did wrong.*

This first grader treatment is so bad.
I just hate it.