𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

(3) the infirmary

Nancy was already waiting right at the entrance of the base. She looked around at the people coming in, her eyes wide open.

When she saw Minho, Thomas, and Aris, her face immediately light up, "Thank God.." She breathed out in relief.

Then, she noticed a few of them were injured, some of them had to be dragged in because they couldn't walk by themselves.

Gally was among them, he was being helped by Fry, limping a bit. Nancy stepped up to them. "What the hell happened? You're all injured."

Bea peeked out of the infirmary doorway, wearing a brown sweater with vintage skirt and black leggings underneath. "Hey, come in."

"Uh..." Gally grunted as Fry helped him get inside the infirmary.

Minho and Thomas walked in, their own body had a few cuts here and there, not so life-threatening.

Thomas walked up to Bea, "Hey." He greeted. He then noticed her clothes, "You're wearing a new outfit."

"Yeah." Bea nodded, but didn't say more about it. "You're gonna have to get yourself cleaned up." She said, looking at the cuts and blood on Thomas' face.

"Yeah, I know. Later." Thomas said, with a small smirk, "Just let me check on the others first."

Thomas then moved toward to one of the empty beds. The injured boys were slowly getting patched up by Nancy and a few other doctors.

Meanwhile, Minho sat down beside Gally's bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like shuck." Gally grumbled, "But I've been through worse times, I'll live. I mean, I literally have one lung."

Minho chuckled and let out a playful scoff, "Yeah, you will. You're still ugly as ever, so that's a good sign."

Gally rolled his eyes, "Thanks, you still look shuck-faced as usual. So that's a good sign too."

Minho laughed at that, and gently patted Gally's shoulder. He then stood up and walked over to a free bed, where he sat down and got to work at cleaning the cuts on his face.

Then, he noticed Bea was standing by the doorway of the infirmary. He waved his hand at her, gesturing for her to come closer.

Bea raised her eyebrow but walked over to him anyway. "What?" She asked, leaning against the bed.

"You're wearing a skirt." Minho said with a smirk, his gaze traveled from her legs up her torso up to her face. "When did you start wearing skirts? I'm not complaining, though. It fits ya."

"I don't know. I just wanted to wear it." She said.

"And here I thought you were so keen on pants." Minho said with a playful tone, "How come I never knew you have skirts in your closet?"

"Because I usually wear pants. It's... more practical and comfortable." Bea shrugged, "Are you going to get cleaned up or what? You're all bloody and gross, you know?"

"I'm getting there." He said, pulling off his shirt to reveal some nasty looking cuts on his chest.

He dipped a rag into a bowl of clean water, dabbed the cloth into the water, and started to clean the wounds.

Bea leaned forward to get a better look, her eyes narrowing. "Those look pretty bad. What the hell happened?" She asked.

"Oh, y'know, the usual." Minho said with a casual reply, "A group of Cranks found us, so we got into a fight. Gally and I had to fight this one particularly nasty Crank, and we..." He grunted as he pressed the damp cloth a little too hard against a deep cut on his upper arm.