Kal winced and stepped back a bit when she touched him, then laughed nervously. “Yeah, I’ve mastered it.” He rolls his eyes as he turns back toward the field. “And it wasn’t a fluke!” He says behind his shoulder, as he shoots a few more times. He couldn’t help but notice how differently she was acting towards him. A small smile crossed his face, before he focused on shooting again.
"Uh-huh, less talking more shooting," Zanna commented before she realized just how friendly she was being towards him. In an instant her demeanor returned back to what it had been that morning especially after seeing the wince from when she had lightly hit him. She wasn't here to make friends, she was here to do a job.
Kal finishes a round, turning back and swinging the gun around. “I’ve got it down! I’ll be blowin the enemy straight out of the water.” He laughs, expecting Zanna to smile, to keep up her kindness towards him, but he saw her face return to its cold demeanor. He sighed. “Well, what next.”
Zanna felt something pang in her chest and immediately brushed it away. She glanced at the wall of weapons finding herself unable to choose the next weapon, "Well, since you're getting the hang of this, why don't you pick the next weapon to try?"
Kal shrugged, surveying the wall for something new. Maybe she was just unimpressed. Maybe I need to show her I can actually be good at this stuff. He picks a formidable gun off the wall, not quite the largest or most complex, but definitely not his speed. He hoists it to his shoulder, then waltzes back over. She can't be disappointed now. He grins, shakily holding the weapon out as he aimed.
Zanna frowned as he picked one of the more advanced guns off of the wall. She winced ever so slightly at the way he handled the gun and before he got the chance to shoot she stepped in. Why he picked this specific gun, she had no idea, but she definitely wasn't going to let him shoot it if he was shaking just holding it to aim, "Are you sure this is the one you want to try? Cause you're sorta shaking right now."
Kal scowled, then looked at her with a slight, fake grin. “What, you doubt me now? I thought I was an expert.” He attempts to steady himself, the heavy metal weighing down his sore arms. “And I’m not shaking. I can shoot it.” He tries to sidestep Zanna, desperately needing to prove himself somehow.
Zanna stepped back in front of him and used her metal prosthetic to push down the weapon hoping that would dissuade him enough. She was frowning heavily wondering how this went wrong, "I'm not doubting you. I just know that if you shoot that gun you'll likely either hit the wall or hurt someone including yourself. So please, just put the gun down and try a different one."
Kal sighs. "Fine, fine." He looks at her, and can't help but feel something… odd. Does she… does she care about me? He lowers the gun, about to bring it back when a funny sound comes out it, and all the sudden his leg is on fire. He stares at the wound, blood spattered all over him as he starts to feel dizzy. "ow… fuckk…" Is the last thing he says before he passes out cold, hot blood rising from the hole through his jumpsuit, staining his left leg red.
(You really had to do it didn't you? XD)
Zanna's eyes went wide as she watched the gun fire and go straight through his leg. She felt adrenaline pump through her as she went to catch Kal before he hit the floor despite the fact she knew at least half of her limbs were metal. She called out, "WE NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!" before trying to stop the blood as best she could. In between curses, she was muttering, "I told him not to. But would he listen to me noo, and when he did this happened. Don't die on me Kal."
(Of course! XD)
The burly woman in charge stomped over, rolling her eyes. "Calm gown, girlie. Its just his leg. You little friend will live." She rips some cloth off her sleeve with her teeth, tying it slightly above where the wound was, then slaps Kal across the face. "WAKE UP, YOU LITTLE SHIT." Kal blinks his eyes open, then realizes what's going on. A large string of obscenities follows as he rubs the place he was slapped. The burly woman rolls her eyes again. "These kids aren't gonna make it past first wave."
"Sorry I have a little trauma when it comes to leg injuries," Zanna couldn't help the sass in her tone as she half gestured to her prosthetic leg. She did fine in most stressful situations, but a few things tended to send her into a panic. She looked at his leg and hen back to the lady, "And he does have a hold through his fucking leg. Doesn't matter if you stop the blood flow, it still needs to be taken care of as soon as possible."
The woman nods. "I understand. Been through a bit myself." She pulls up her cargo pants to reveal a metal leg similar to Zanna's. "He'll be fine. This is nothing compared to what i've seen. Help me take him to the med bay, will ya?" Kal is hysterical, trying to keep in sobs and swearing whenever he has a breath. "God dammit, Why the hell am I so stupid!!?" The woman rolls her eyes again, picking up Kal under one arm, gesturing to Zanna to get the other one. By now, most of the room is watching, some scared, some laughing, like this is the best entertainment they could possibly get.
"You'll be fine Kal," Zanna said as she grabbed his other arm and helped hoist him up. She glanced up to see others looking at them and barked out, "What the hell are you looking at? Do you guys want to end up like him? Cause if you keep staring I can guarantee it." She then, without prompting, began to move Kal out of the shooting range and over towards the med bay.
Kal smiled at Zanna as the rest of the people quickly tuned away, as if nothing had happened. "G-geez… you'd make a good commander.." He says almost drunkenly, half laughing and half crying at the same time. He limps down the hall as they carry him, pain exploding from his wounded leg with every step he took. The burly woman looks down the hall. "Just a few more meters, kid. You'll be alright."
"I really wouldn't," Zanna huffed at Kal's statement. She wouldn't make a good commander, there's a reason she's in tech and not in the battalions. She tried to keep the pace slow in order to help Kal with his movements, "Come on Kal you'll be fine."
Kal laugh-cries again, grimacing with pain as he took another step toward the med bay. "You're… pretty damn good at g-getting people to.. do… stuff…" The woman presses a button on her wrist, the doors hissing open as she drags Kal like a ragdoll to one of the beds. She grumbles as Kal cries in pain, then holds her wrist to her face. "Command, tell med to do their jobs. Some stupid kid shot himself if the leg." She rolls her eyes, turning to leave, then looks back at Zanna. "You staying, girlie?"
"I think he'll hurt himself more if I don't," Zanna let out a little chuckle finding some morbid humor in the situation. In other words, yes she was going to stay with this idiot who got himself into the military. She looks back at Kal as she takes a seat before crossing her arms, "The only reason I'm good at getting people to do shit is that I've had to wrangle idiots most of my life. You get good at things if you keep having to do them."
The woman laughs, shutting the doors behind her as she leaves.
Kal continues laughing in his state of shock. "I-I am an idiot, aren't I?" He chuckles, sniffing. He looks up slowly, a mischievous look in his tear streaked eyes. "Why did you stay, Zanna? I thought you'd love the idea of me getting hurt again." He sits up, resting his bloodied leg on the synthetic mattress.
"Yes, yes you are an idiot. And as amusing as that would be," Zanna started keeping her hands firmly in their crossed position. She attempted to ignore the mischievous look in his eyes and instead focused on the situation trying not to give in to his baits, "I know how bad this is about to get and that will be ten times better than leaving and possibly having you injure yourself further."
Kal smirks, gritting his teeth in some sort of pained smile. "Alright, I guess I can agree with that."
Minutes later, a frantic young nurse enters the room. "So sorry I'm late. So, who is the patient?" She asks, looking between Kal and Zanna. Kal laughs again, leaning back as he wipes his eyes. "I am gonna die!!"
Zanna really didn't see how the nurse could screw this up. She wasn't even on a patient bed! Hopefully, she would end up stepping in. Zanna lazily pointed her metal thumb towards Kal, "This idiot. He shot himself clean through the leg. I'm just here to make sure he didn't do anything stupid."
The nurse shakes her head, laughing nervously. "Of-of course. Silly me." She slowly makes her way over to Kal, and a grim expression crosses over her face. "Oh… oh dear…" She looks as if she's going to be sick. Kal laughs again, "Just fix it please!!" The nurse takes some things out of her bag, laying them neatly on the bed, face ghostly pale.
"Listen if you're about to pass out, please go get someone else that will be able to handle this," Zanna cut in after seeing the nurse go completely pale. If she couldn't handle a gunshot wound, this nurse would never make it in this field. Zanna started mentally preparing herself to get ready to jump in.
The nurse nods, setting her things down. "s-sorry, I was just recruited and…" She presses something on her wrist. "Can we get an experienced nurse, down in med bay… uhh…" She walks away, continuing to explain to the other Nurses. Kal sighs shakily. "so, uh, so i'll just bleed out here, huh." He laughs. "Thats nice. Love the quality of this place."