Lieutenant Narc, without hesitation, entered the room. With me accompanying him, I have got no choice but to follow him inside. Shaun didn't even try to stop him from coming inside, barging into the room with a smile like it was the normal thing to do. He went straight into bed and resumed sleeping, not even a minute passed, and I already heard him snoring.
"..."
Soldier's sleeping technique, I don't understand it...
"So, you're not dead, huh..." Sergeant Charlotte sneered, coming outside of the bathroom. "Not that I care though."
"...?"
Is she talking about me?
"Where are you these last few months?" she glared, walking towards me. "Not that I care though..."
Putting aside that last part she redundantly says. What did she mean by 'these few last months'? The explosion that Ken made in the North just happened yesterday, right?
"Are you," I looked at her in front of me while pointing to myself, tilting my head in confusion, "perhaps asking me...?"
"Jesus fucking Christ..." She let out a deep sigh, palming her head. "I didn't see you for fucking months and look how still dumb you are..."
"..."
Whoever that 'Jesus' is, what's your relationship with Sergeant Charlotte really? No, let's not think about that right now... Did she say months? Did I lose consciousness for months, not just a single night? If so, then that explains how they are all here not on the camp. Then what's the outcome of the war?
"Did I really consciousness for months?" I asked. "The war? What happened to it?"
"Why the fuck are you asking me that?" she glared, taking the bouquet from my hands. "And please, I don't want to talk about the fucking war..."
"R-Rem...?!" Luna who is standing just a few steps beside us, stood petrified, shivering even, as she looked at me. "I-Is t-that really you -...!" Before even finishing, her eyes turned all white. She then fainted and fell to the floor unconscious.
"It's one thing after another..." Sergeant Charlotte sighed, looking at Luna laying on the ground. "Hey, Rem. Help me carry that bitch to bed."
"...Who's bitch -"
"C'mon, hurry," She cut me off, walking towards Luna. "This bitch's heavy..."
"..."
Oh, she meant Luna...
Sergeant Charlotte first placed the bouquet at the top of the table near Shaun's bed. After that, I helped him carry Luna. Sergeant Charlotte held both of her feet while I held both of her hands. Just from the look of it, 'carrying' isn't the right word for this. It's as if we were carrying a dead pig to be cooked for dinner.
"...?"
I think carrying someone unconscious shouldn't be like this...
"Hey, you," Sergeant Charlotte hissed, kicking the bed where Shaun was resting at. "Move, or I'll fucking throw this bitch at you."
"...Agh!" Shaun jolted. With his sleepy eyes, he looked at Sergeant Charlotte. "...O-Oh, sure," he said in a low tone, immediately getting off the bed. "Wait..."
"...?"
I think something's wrong, I'm not sure what though.
Shaun, yawning as he scratched his crotch, wobbled to a nearby chair just a step away from the bed and sat comfortably with both of his feet raised.
"Hey, fucker," Sergeant Charlotte glared at me. "I can't hold this bitch forever. Stop watching that shitbag scratch his balls and help me put this on the bed."
