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Copter's POV

"Hhheeelllpppppp!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"What the hell, Copter!" Kimmon glanced quickly at the door, expecting Ohm or Fluke to come rushing in any moment and then he looked at me wide eyed. "I haven't moved one foot toward you! What was that all about???"

I grinned sheepishly at him.

"I was just testing my voice," I said, my excuse sounding lame, even to my own ears.

I looked down briefly at the first aid kit on the bed to take out the small bottle of tincture of iodine but from my peripheral vision I saw that he was silently shaking his head, obviously not accepting my silly excuse.

I applied a few drops of the tincture of iodine on a cotton ball then I took Kimmon's injured hand and dabbed it gently on his scraped knuckle.

"HHHEEELLLPPP ! ! !" Kimmon yelled at the top of his lungs. 

His voice was so loud that my ears actually started to tingle.

Suddenly I heard several running steps and without even bothering to knock at the door both Ohm and Fluke came rushing into the room.

"What's going on?" The question came from Fluke.

"Why are you gripping Kimmon's hand?" The question came from Ohm almost at the exact same time as Fluke's.

"I was treating his injured knuckle," I explained. "And why did you not come running when I yelled for help?"

"Ahah!" Kimmon said, his voice sounding triumphant. "That means my voice can be louder than yours."

"Were you just testing how much louder your voice can be than Copter's?" Fluke asked his boss reproachfully.

Kimmon had the grace to look embarrassed.

"Tsk, tsk," Ohm said, slightly shaking his head. "You called us for nothing and right when we were in the middle of ..."

"... nothing," Fluke finished the sentence for him, his cheeks turning a bright red.

Hmm, something fishy is going on between these two.

My attention went back to Kimmon's injured hand.

"I am going to finish treating your cut," I said firmly to him. "If you yell one more time, I am going to let you finish the rest of your treatment."

"Yes, boss," he said, looking suitably repentant.

I dabbed one last time at the cut with the tincture-filled cotton ball.

I ignored his facial grimace and stood up to drop the used cotton ball into the trash bin in one corner of the room.

Then I walked back just in time to see Ohm and Fluke leaving the room. I did not fail to notice that Ohm was holding Fluke by the wrist.

I took a small package of dressing that already had a cloth tape with it. I gently placed it on Kimmon's cut and pressed gently around the cloth tape to make it stick to his skin.

"Thank you, Copter," he said. "I'm sorry for pulling that stunt on you."

"Just please don't make any more silly acts on me," I replied.

"You started it," he said in an accusatory tone. "And I just made the same lame excuse as you did about testing the loudness of your voice."

And that just reminded me that Ohm and Fluke came running upon Kimmon's cry for help and not for mine, those bloody bastards. 

Then a thought struck me. They might have been in the middle of doing something intense when I was yelling, and then luckily for Kimmon, they were winding down just in time to hear Kimmon's yell for help. I couldn't help shaking my head at the situation.

"What are you shaking your head for?" I heard Kimmon ask.

"Nothing," I replied as I closed the lid of the first aid kit.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Kimmon asked wide eyed when he saw me making my way out the room, with the first aid kit in my hand.

"To return this first aid kit that belongs to Fluke," I replied, unaware that I had raised my eyebrows, waiting for Kimmon to protest.

"Oh ... " he said, his face looking undecided, as if he wanted to say something more but thinking the better of it.

I had turned the door knob and was already pushing the door open when suddenly he spoke up again.

"Copter," I heard him say. I didn't fail to notice just the slightest bit of hesitance in his voice.

"Copter ... I'm holding you to your promise of kissing me to make my wound feel better."

"The hell I am," I muttered under my breath as I stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut after me.

Because my thought was still on Kimmon's threat to make me keep my promise about kissing him, it totally skipped my mind to knock on Ohm's and Fluke's door before entering their room.

I opened their door and walked in.

I gasped at the sight that met me inside their room.