Fortunately, the person who earlier survived the explosion was still breathing when the medic arrived. He was immediately brought to what you can call a medical tent. After receiving basic first aid, he eventually regained consciousness though was still weak as he rested from the makeshift bed prepared for him inside. According to him, he barely survived if only someone didn't push him outside the tent where the explosion took place, which in this case happened because someone inside the tent committed suicide with several grenades attached to him, or so he says. But to an ordinary human to survive a direct grenade explosion, and still be alive after is a feat in itself.
"..."
Again, I still don't get how humans work...
After that, all of the soldiers scattered at the camp went back to their respective tents. As for us, General Roger, Sergeant Charlotte, Shaun, Luna, and I went back to the tent we were previously at.
"It's early in the morning," General Roger sighed, comfortably sitting on one of the beds inside. "What's wrong with people?"
"Yeah," Sergeant Charlotte agreed, standing at the entrance of the tent. "What's wrong with people's choice of suicide methods?"
"S-Suicide methods...?" General Roger stuttered, looking at her with a squirmed expression. "I didn't mean it like that..."
"Please stop..." Luna butted begged, her face grim while her hands placed on her stomach. "You're making me sick again..."
"Why in the fuck do people explode themselves just to die?" Sergeant Charlotte continued. "If that were me, I'll just hang myself. That would be more appealing to the eyes rather than other fuckers watching your parts flying off..."
"..."
'More appealing'? Is there an etiquette you must follow in taking your own life...?
Suicide, I don't understand it...
"Hmpf...!" Luna managed to stop her vomit with her hands before she even spew it out. "Gulp...! Ugh...!" After forcefully swallowing it, she then walked outside the tent to get some fresh air. "P-Please excuse me..."
"...Why did she swallow –"
"Rem, we know..." General Roger cut me off. "You don't have to say it out loud –"
"Ugh... Why the fuck she swallowed her vomit..." Sergeant Charlotte glowered. "I feel like fucking vomiting myself now..."
General Roger looked at her with his eyebrows knitted. Sergeant Charlotte didn't utter a word and stared at him, glaring.
"..."
What am I watching...?
"Hey, why the hell did he blow himself with other people inside the tent?" Shaun butted in, still hanging from Sergeant Charlotte's leg. "I can't still think that shit just happened earlier."
Thinking that there was no point in watching those two staring at each other, I moved my attention to Shaun and asked why he was still there.
"Why the fuck do you care?" he hissed, glaring.
"Well, I care..." Sergeant Charlotte growled, not even looking at him. "Can you get off? I'm beginning to sweat from my leg, and it's fucking itchy..."
"A sweaty leg has its charm to it~ If it's getting itchy from sweating, let me do the honors to wipe it down for – Hmmnnn~"
Sergeant Charlotte suddenly pinched his nape, where he then immediately rolled to the ground. "A pinch from the back of my neck isn't bad at all~"
"Hey, Mr. No-Bitches," Sergeant Charlotte averted her eyes to General Roger. "Excuse me, but can I ask a question?"
