Sledger: The Sledgening

Chapter 2: Fears Intrusion

The room was dead silent, The Toxic-gunner and the medic standing still, their attention no longer on the bound man and now on the newcomer, the supposed 'Commander'. 

The bound man's eyes roamed over the Commander while he was focused on scrutinizing the other two. He wasn't too intimidating to look at, he seemed to be slightly above average height, but otherwise didn't have anything too off about him. It was more than likely the ranking that scared the two.

"Heey, Commander, we're being normal, friendly coworkers here!" The Toxic-gunner looped his arm over the Medics shoulder.

The Medic gave the Toxic-gunner a shaky smile before looping her own arm over him,

"Yup, couldn't ask for a better coworker! In fact he was helping me… Water the weird guy- I MEAN- newcomer." She wheezed, curling her nails into Toxic-gunners shoulder,

"Ow-!" The Toxic-gunner yelped before cutting himself off, giving the Commander a weary smile.

The Commander glowered at their obviously faux display of 'co-workerly affection',

"I'd be yelling at you for thinking I was an idiot if it weren't for the fact that you've turned your back to a possible enemy." Now the Commanders glare had settled onto the bound man. He then glowered back up at the duo of co-workers before shouting,

"So now I'm going to have to yell at you for that!"

The duo yelped, colliding into each other and damn near falling. 

The Sledger decided to cut the duo(more so the doctor, who didn't attempt to waterboard him) some slack and came up with a distraction. A bold move, but it could give the idiots a chance to change the topic. He mustered all his strength to speak, only to let out a wheeze. The group immediately turned to him, as though that small sound was akin to the sound of a bullet piercing into the silence.

The doctor, much to the Commanders chagrin, immediately ran to his bedside with a wide smile on her face, as though she forgot about the last five seconds,

"He's trying to speak! Quiet, quiet!" She shouted at the other two, who weren't really even talking.

The bound man rasped and wheezed, but not a word came out. The man closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, and spoke-

"WHEEZE…" Or not.

The doctor held a scrutinizing look on her face, before glancing over to the water that the Toxic-Gunner had set down on a bedside table,

"Oh, yeah," She grabbed the glass,

"Sit up a little, if you can-" She said approaching the man.
Aw hell no, not again!

The man struggled, and before he knew it he felt as though his throat was ripping apart as words, yes, actual words, forced their way out of his dry mouth, 

"Get the hell away from me!" 

The room seemed to have gone quiet at these words, well, that is until mans mind caught up with the rawness of his throat. He would've hunched over from the pain if he could. Now the room was enveloped in the sounds of his racked coughing. The doctors eyes widened before she quickly unbuckled the mans bindings, a shout cut into the room,

"Medic, no!" The Commander rushed up behind her, holding her back and drawing his gun at the man, who wheezed and now curled into himself. Violent coughs racked the mans whole entire body, in fact, the man could only do that, lacking any strength to do anything else.

With a final wheeze the man stopped altogether, now only trembling and drawing in ragged breaths.

The doctor immediately shrugged off the Commander and ran up to the wheezing man with the water still in hand, immediately pushing it to his lips, his teeth clanking against the glass. The man quickly took the glass from her own hands, holding it tightly until he drink the last drop. He dropped the glass, it rolling somewhere onto the bed, he grasped his own throat, and with an exhale, fully sat up, propping himself up with a lithe arm.