Welcome To The: BUNK

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"Here Cupcake, i managed to get a few bandaids from the supply room, its not much but enough, for all. . .that" Travis said entering the unoccupied white bunk room.

"And breakfeast!" another voice sang from behind Travis. The new comer stepped around Travis large form to show a dark skinned girl with braids, braided close to her head. Her eyes landed on me and widened twice there size.

"Travis, you said it was bad but you never said it was this bad! She looks horriable! I can't believe-" the girl loudly whispered up to him.

"Ronnie!" Lacy gasped with sudden rage, but little lacy couldn't keep that anger tone in her voice, as her features fadded into a slight pout. Her small hands rolled up and down my spin slowly, then slowed to move in a circle, smoothing pattern.

"I was just being honest?" Ronnie shrugged inncently.

"You two are not helping," Lacy said from beside me sitting on the edge of the worn matress. Both our legs over the edge, hers not yet even touching the floor.

"Im sorry, here let me help im good with this type of thing i promise. I do shifts in the hospital wing, I've seen stuff like this all the time" the dark skinned girl said walking forwad setting the tray on the bed. Travis stepped forward as well handing the girl the thin strips of white film.

"Im Ronnie by the way if you havnt already guessed that from loud mouthed Lacy here" Ronnie sneered with a smirk. Travis gave a harty chuckle, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the black jacket he wore over a worn white shirt.

"Hey!" Lacy squeaked her freckled cheeks flushed a red color. Ronnie gave a sly smirk and scent the other girl a teasing wink.

"i hear your called Tip, funny name is it short for something?" Ronnie said peeling the film apart and placing the sticky clear stripe of my arm with the bleeding scraps. So this was the Ronnie i heard about.

"No, I'm just Tip" i replied. She continued to place clear sticky strips with a tiny white square in the center to my injured skin.

"Just Tip," she repeated as if not agreeing. Lacy laughed at a joke Travis shared, as he made a silly face.

"Your parents must be great at giving advice for them to name there kid Tip, you think" Ronnie chuckled at her own joke, as Lacy tilted her head in question. Travis rolled his wide shoulders and cracked his neck from side to side.

"Sure, I guess so" I replyed not sure how to really answer. Ronnie smiled to her self as her gaze ran over my arms and torso. Her dsrk fingers pocked at my ribcage, a hissed breath of pain sprang from my lips. She then pocked at another sore spot, and another.

"Ouch!" I hissed and slapped away her dark hand. A snicker sounded from her, Travis stepped forward to look over Ronnie's thin shoulder.

"Careful, Ron. Tippy here still has training just like the rest of us" Travis spoke his copper blond eye brows touching together in concern.

"What happened to you? You got scratches bruises, yellow bruises, punchsure wounds. . . are you doing self harm are you?" Ronnie ranted.

"No, got into a hall fight with Sophia"

"Why? It doesn't look like you won" the dark,skinned girl huffed rolling her eyes once again. I held back a few bitter words wanting to fly from my mouth, but refused.

"Its not like I really had a choice, Sophia had her entire group with her. I was out numbered"

"Thats horriable!" Lacy gasped.

"That bunkie- snitching rat, I'll pound her face in!" Travis growled.

"Just kill'em with kindess, slow agonizing, unmercifully kindness and don't forget the creepy smile" Ronnie teased with a roll of her round dark eyes. Then tilted her heart shaped head to the side and gave a example of the creepy smile. I never wanted to see that expression on her face ever again, Lacy laughed holding her tiny stumic.