NO STRING ATTACHED - JENLISA

Fractures abd Firefights

JENNIE (screaming)
COVER ME!

Jennie drags Lisa behind cover — fast hands, fast breath. Bleeding through fabric. Blood smears her gloves.

JENNIE (low, trembling)
Why do you always have to be the one bleeding?

Lisa winces — half-laugh, half-pain.

LISA
Habit.

JENNIE
I'm the doctor, remember?

She rips open her medpack, hands shaking for the first time.

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BASE CAMP, NIGHT

Mission complete. The informant saved. Injuries tended. Bodies exhausted.
Lisa sits shirtless on the med bay table, shoulder stitched. Jennie finishing up.

It's quiet. Tense.

LISA
You could've left me there.

JENNIE
Shut up.

LISA
You never run into danger like that. Not for—

JENNIE
I said shut up, Lisa.

Lisa finally meets her eyes.

JENNIE (softly)
You're not supposed to matter this much.

A pause.

LISA
But I do?

Jennie doesn't answer. She stands, wipes her hands, walks to the door. Then:

JENNIE
I never asked to care about you.
She leaves.
Lisa stares at the door after her, blood still drying.

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SQUAD REC ROOM – LATER THAT NIGHT

Everyone sprawled out post-mission. Injured but alive.

JISOO
Well, today sucked less than I thought it would.

SOMI
Except for the part where we got ambushed and our fearless captain bled like a dramatic poetry student.

SEULGI
I take offense to that.

IRENE
Noted. Ignored.

Lisa joins them — stiff, sore, but... something in her's shifted.

ROSÉ
Where's Jennie?

LISA (quiet)
Not here.

Everyone pauses.

JISOO
Well, that's ominous.

SOMI (grinning)
You two fight, or did she finally realize you're the problem?

Lisa doesn't answer.

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JENNIE'S ROOM – SAME NIGHT

Jennie sits alone on her bed. The squad laughter echoes faintly through the walls.

She holds Lisa's discarded patch in her hands — the one ripped from her jacket during the mission.

Fingers trace it slowly.

Then she tucks it away in her drawer. Stares at the ceiling.

Her face unreadable.
But her eyes?
Bruised with everything she won't say.

POST-MISSION DEBRIEF ROOM – EARLY EVENING

The room hums with a low buzz as reports are filed. The squad sits in semi-silence, bodies bruised, minds still on edge.

Lisa leans back against the wall, shoulder bandaged, arms crossed tight across her chest. She's physically present — but mentally? She's pacing a minefield in her own head.

JISOO
So... we're not going to talk about the fact that Jennie threw herself into live fire for you?

LISA
She was doing her job.