shadow-5-05

[shadow-5-05]

"right" *5-05 nods, looking around at the cars and then at the one Beaks took* "... who's car is this?" *He asks as he sits in the passenger seat, watching her closely* "and how long will this take? I don't know if I wanna be waiting like, 12 hours or something.." *he sounds uncharacteristically tired at the idea, letting out a small sigh*

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 stands up, offering her a half smile before following* "uh, yeah.. like I said, it was just an accident. Bit too hard I guess, didn't realise it was bleeding for a good few minutes" *he says, a little awkwardly, he walks a little bit behind her, instead of next to her, kind of like a dog.* "What's gonna happen when we get there?" *He asks suddenly* "I've never been to the hospital for a bite before"

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

"..thanks" *5-05 nods, smiling lightly and focusing his gaze on the bite. His smile fades slightly and there is a long pause before he speaks up again* "it was an accident. I was just biting to comfort myself, it's something I do a lot" *he admits, though his words sound practised, like he's reading from a script or like he had this answer thought out already* "it's nothing big.. but uhm.. thanks again, for offering to take me to the hospital" *he moves on quickly, looking back up at her*

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 stared at her for a good while, genuinely not knowing how to respond, he barely processed anything she said* "uhm.. well I did it myself" *he started, kind of just guessing that was one of the questions* "and.. okay?? I think? Actually can you repeat some of what you just said?" *He asked nervously*

"I mean, I heard the last part, and like... I don't think it's that deep" *he said then, looking down at the bite* "it didn't feel deep when I did it" *he then adds quietly*

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 blinks at her then laughs awkwardly* "uh... Well just.. does your office count as the infirmary?" *5-05 asks, glancing down at himself, he adjusts his sleeves* "and like.. is going to a hospital required? That seems like a lot of work.." *he then frowns* "and money.. I think.."

*5-05 himself seemed nervous and a bit embarrassed, if not confused too. He was constantly fidgeting, unable to keep still*

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 adjusts in his seat once more, looking both embarrassed and nervous* "well ... You gotta promise not to be angry.." *he begins, his voice is quiet, just above a whisper* "it didn't happen too long ago though, just like..." *He has to pause, glancing back at the clock* "...well I can't read clocks" *he suddenly admits* "but uhm... I can guess.. about half an hour ago?" *He looks back down at her, offering an incredibly awkward smile*

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

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Woah..

Thanks anon

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 glances at her and then back at the floor, listening along intently, he shifts in his seat a few times, eventually moving to be sitting on his knees* "right.. okay"

*he is silent once more, then eventually he looks back at Beaks* "uhm.. so does alcohol count as, like, an antiseptic? Because that's what I used" *he mutters before looking away again* "I mean, that's what I probably would use.." *he corrects nervously*

"and like.. extra question.. does it matter where the bite is? I think I heard it matters before??" *He tilts his head, thinking hard for a moment before humming* "actually that might've been about rabies.. but like, I guess if it counts for rabies it would count for most things like that, right?"

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

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Waffles... Gimme

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 looks around as he enters, slowly moving to take a seat. He sits down rather awkwardly, pulling his legs up onto the chair and wrapping his arms around them so they're pressed up to his chest. It doesn't look like a comfortable position but he seems to like it.*

*5-05 stares at her for a few moments, seemingly trying to think how to word his question, he looks away, staring at the left bookshelf* "..okay, it's a bit embarrassing.. but like.. well you know how I bite people right?" *He starts* "and I'm usually really gentle and stuff! Like I don't break skin, because breaking skin is bad.. right?" *His face is getting a bit red and his gaze shifts from the bookshelf to the clock behind Beaks* "well, say I did accidentally break skin, what.. what do I do? Like, how do I deal with that?" *He finally asks, his hands gripping the sleeves of his uniform.*

*Beaks was in her office when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, soon followed by it cracking open and a very familiar face peeking in. Shadow 5-05*

"uhm.. you said I could stop by some time.. yeah?" *He seemed nervous and uncertain, standing just outside the door, waiting for permission before entering* "I have, questions" *he adds after a few moments* "like.. medical questions.. not just... Questions"

— @shadow-5-05 (apologies if this isn't done right)

“Come in.”

*Her voice was tired as she responded to the knock on the other side of the door, she calmly put her mask on, hiding the scar the slit from the corner of her mouth to her ear lobe under it. She then looked up deadpan before recognizing 5-05, her gaze softened slightly.*

“Ah, hello again. Sit in the chair across from me.”

*She gestured to a simple folding chair that had minimal cushioning on it that faced her desk.*

*Her office was an okay size, though it felt cramped due to the two overstuffed bookshelves on the walls that were to Beaks’ left and right sides, they reached to the ceiling while bearing many textbooks, pictures frames, trinkets, and piles of paperwork. Behind Beaks was an analog clock that was ticking on the wall methodically with a cross nailed in nearby it. There was also a couch that was small and uncomfortable looking, the blanket and pillow being a telltale sign that this office was also used as a bedroom. There was an overflowing and clearly in need of organization filing cabinet that was right next to said couch, the top of it in use as a nightstand. Her desk held her laptop, a textbook, three separate messy piles of paperwork, a half empty coffee mug, a framed photo of what seemed to be her and her siblings at a horse ranch, and a bag of pencils and pens. The place was low lit, almost oddly cozy.*

“So you have medical questions? Ask away.”

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 nods, fidgeting once more* "oh, yeah.. I understand.. but uhm.. thanks.. maybe I will stop by some time" *he mutters, looking away* "well, sorry for keeping you so long" *5-05 adds, laughing a little* "I'm sure you have lots of work you need to do"

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 squeaks very quietly at the pat and then nods rather quickly. A bit frazzled he repeated the same thing he'd been saying all this time* "thank you! Really, I appreciate it" *he looks away, past her shoulder, too embarrassed to make eye contact* "I'll keep training... But uhm.. I am wondering if maybe.. uh, you'd be willing to let me watch you some time ? Like when you're doing your medic thingy.. not like, on field just .. you know" *he shrugs, stumbling over his words.* "Just to see what it's like?"

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 lights up a little, smiling. He usually didn't talk about this kind of stuff, but he was glad someone else could relate to him* "I guess you are turning out fine.. yeah!" *He nods, seeming to feel a bit better about himself* "I mean, you're so cool" *he adds after a moment, realising he may have sounded a bit sarcastic or insulting* "I think being a medic is really.. like.. strong? Like I couldn't imagine doing it personally, it's a hard job" *he rambles a bit, stammering to try find the right words, his face bright red again*

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 nods, offering a small smile* "Yeah... Thank you" *he seems a bit embarrassed but pleased, his face red with a smile almost permanently there.* "I think.. uhm.. people usually don't like when I ask about scenarios" *he starts, looking around aimlessly and fidgeting with his hands* "because it's like stupid? Or something? I mean I can see danger in everything, if that makes sense" *he shrugs, not knowing how to further explain what he means*

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 stared at her before standing up, brushing off some stray rocks from his uniform before moving to join his fellow shadows, only to pause midway. Turning to face Beaks, he spoke up* "thank you... By the way.. for humouring my scenario" *he sounds awkward, if not a bit bashful, his voice slightly lowered*

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 blinked, a little surprised it worked but also kind of proud of himself. He turned his light off and thought up a fake injury* "I've been ..shot.. in the arm" *he decides on, not exactly playing the part instead just sitting there awkwardly* "..left arm" *he clarified after a moment, remembering he'd just used his right arm*

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]

[shadow-5-05]

*5-05 has to stop and think for a moment before searching his uniform, finding one of his flashlights. Fumbling with it before turning it on and trying to use it to catch their attention by waving it around. 5-05 tried to keep the light off of people's faces and instead more focused on walls and things near Beaks and Private McCarthy. His face was a little red and there was some embarrassment visible in his expression, but he keeps trying despite his own feelings about the exercise*

*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*

*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*

*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*

*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*

“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”

*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*

“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”

*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*

*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*

[ tags – @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks ]