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Chapter 4 - The doc is out.

As Red team got back to their base camp, Sarge knew he had to tell his team what his plan was. He rather avoid getting his squad killed again because he didn't tell them his plan. As the majority of the Red team stood near the Jeep as Sarge explained his plan he made at Blue base, Grif had a talk with their prisoner.

"So he was shot in the head…" Doc said slowly, making sure he understood Grif right. "...and you gave him CPR for a bullet wound in the head."

"Yep. That's exactly what I did." Grif replied. Doc stayed quiet for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I think that's a perfectly acceptable treatment."

"That's what I said." Grif said, delighted to have someone finally agree with him after being scolded for the procedure's apparent illogicality.

"Oh yeah, people often overlook alternative methods of care." Doc explained his methods of care. "Like that Blue guy that was shot in the foot during the battle? All I did was rub his neck with some aloe vera, he was fine."

He may have flunked out of medical school, but he looked up a lot of alternative care so he could still be a medic.

"Yeah, I don't know about all that. I'm just glad that Sarge is wrong." Grif said as he felt this was a start to a beautiful friendship.

"Grif! Yer supposed to be watching the prisoner, not playing lookie-loo with him all day long!" Sarge shouted at him. He stopped his briefing to shout at Grif. He was still pissed that he didn't do the one job he gave him. He knew Grif was a slacker, but not even being able to do the one task he gave him? So he figured he might as well leave him out of the briefing. What's the point telling someone something if they don't even listen!

"Come on Sarge, he doesn't even have a gun." Grif complained. He was really hoping to have at least one not-quite-an-asshole friend in this stupid canyon.

"Oh, well you two will be great friends then. He doesn't have a gun, and you didn't bring any ammo!" Simmons shouted, also infuriated with him.

"Hey thanks, kiss-ass." Grif said sarcastically. "If I wanna take guarding tips from the guy that lost our last prisoner, I'll be sure to ask you."

"Oh man, that is a burn. Dude, you just got burned. Burned, dude, burned." Donut said to Simmons.

"Oh shut up, your armor's pink." Simmons countered, shutting Donut up.

"Uh, hey, guys? I-I just want everybody to know that Grif and I aren't, uh, technically friends.. uh, we're just talking. That's it." Doc shouted to them. Grif then turns to Doc looking for an explanation.

"Sorry, man, but it's pretty obvious that you're really unpopular, and if I'm gonna make any progress around here at all I can't really be directly associated with you. I'm sure you understand." Doc said to Grif.

Grif remains quiet.

"It's only because no one likes you."

And just like that, Doc had just unintentionally burned the bridge of friendship he had made with Grif.

"Stop staring."

~~~

The blues were currently having Freckles drag Sheila back to Blue base. While Caboose strength would have been more than enough to move the tank, they didn't want to risk him blowing her up by accident. Caboose stilled wanted to help, so they allowed him to pish

"Okay good. You drag her to the Garage at the back of base, and leave her outside." Church told Freckles over the radio.

"Understood." Freckles responded. After a few minutes, he had brought her to the garage. Caboose then undid the straps connecting Freckles and Sheila.