Unconditional

Chapter Three

        "Hey, you must be the doctor that pulled the bullet out of Marc." I froze when I saw Corey approach me, something wrong with his eyes. They seemed almost heavier. "Raven didn't tell me you were our age and pretty. Aren't you too young to be a doctor?"

         The doctor comment took prevalence over the pretty comment and I gave the not-Corey an annoyed look. Either I was in some weird alternate universe or Corey had a twin. "Is anybody ever too young to do anything in the Academy?"

        "Good point." The guy in front of me was a spitting image of Corey, the same sun kissed hair and tan skin. The only difference was the storminess in his cerulean eyes. "I'm Brandon, Corey's twin."

        I took his outstretched hand and shook it firmly. Axel had said there was another dog on his team, I assumed Brandon was it.

        "I said she was a doctor, you never asked if she was hot." Raven chimed in. He was sprawled out on the couch, one leg up on the coffee table and a smirk on his face. The spot where I'd landed my punch was less red but you could tell by looking at him that he'd been hit. I was surprised neither of the twins had mentioned it. Raven must have said something to them.

        "He's right," Corey chimed in and waved at me from where he was sitting behind a laptop screen. "You only asked if she was actually an Academy doctor."

        I found it sweet how Corey seemed to always speak up in Raven's defense. "How old are you anyways?" Brandon asked as he rolled his eyes at Corey and Raven.

        "I'll be nineteen next month." I told him and glanced around. There was nobody else in the room and Marc was no longer on the table. "Can somebody take me to Marc, I need to make sure he's life-ing." I paused, questioning what I'd just said. I don't think that was the English words I was looking for.

        Raven, Corey and Brandon exchanged looks before bursting out laughing and I joined in after a few seconds. I definitely butchered that sentence.

        "Right this way to find out if Marc is life-ing." Brandon snorted, teasing me.

        I followed him to the opposite end of the living room and through a closed door. It was another small room with a single bed shoved to the wall and Marc was laid overtop the blankets. Somebody had taken off his jeans and left him in boxers and his shirt. Unsurprisingly he was still unconscious.

        "What had you laughing so loud out there?" I jumped slightly and bumped into Brandon, surprised by Axel's smooth voice. He was sitting in a chair out of sight unless you turned around. His olive skin seemed to glow in the dimly lit room.

        "Sang's English. Reminds me of when Raven got here." Brandon told Axel

        "Give me more than twenty four hours in the country before you judge my English." I mock glared at Brandon and turned to Axel. "Have you noticed any changes in Marc?"

         I slipped off the humor into my doctor mode, approaching Marc. The bandage hadn't bled through and a quick peek underneath comfirned that the stitches held perfectly.

        "No, he seems fine, hasn't even stirred." Axel's voice was no more than a low rumble. Noticing my med bag on the ground I pulled out a thermometer and stuck in Marc's mouth.

        "Good, the sedative I gave him should last at least a few more hours."

        "I heard you punched Raven in the face." I froze and the thermometer dropped from my hand just as I read a normal temperature. It hit the carpet silently and I bent down slowly to pick it up, buying myself a few more seconds before I had to face Axel. He was probably going to kick me out and tell the Academy what happened.