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Rebels :Septiplier: (Chapter Two)

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We drove along the uneven concrete quickly, like Sean was eager to get my injuries checked. I didn't really know where all the main pain points were, but there was at least 6. My leg and chest hurt the worst, over the course of the drive, I'd been poking in spots. Trying to narrow the amount to a for sure number of injuries. Sean glanced over at me.
"What are you doing?"
I looked at him.
"Finding all the pain points."
He gave a nod. Then picked up speed, he'd had his window down, which was now rolled up. He sighed as we came turned onto a more rural area. We drove down the road and I saw something up ahead. There were huge boards that went to about 10 feet high. While several people stood at the top of them, assault rifles in their hands. I swallowed as Sean picked up the walkie talkie again.
"Come on, open the gates."
The closest man to us, on the fence pulled the same device from his pocket. He held it up to his mouth, while balancing the rifle in his opposite arm.
"I don't know man, who is in the passenger seat?"
I froze as Sean clenched his teeth.
"Open them and stop being an asshole."
The man laughed.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"His name is Mark, he's injured and needs Lisa's help."
I heard a snort from the other end. Then static, the man was standing up there. Watching us. And laughing with the guy a couple feet beside him.
"Okay. Plan B."
Sean reached behind his seat and pulled out another walkie talkie. He pressed the side button.

"Unit 15 at gate."
Silence.
"Lisa. Answer."
Silence again.
"Lisa." Sean said louder.
Then sound came from the other end.
"Sorry! What's going on?" A female voice said.
"Can you get Travis to open the gate?"
Travis. I might have to remember that.
"Is he being stubborn again?"
"Well. He thinks I'm bringing in another murderer."
"Well...are you?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I don't know. I'll scold him, and he'll open the gates."
"Thanks Lisa."
"No problem."

Travis pulled up his walkie talkie again, and glared at us. He raised his arm and made a circular motion in the air. Then the gates opened. We drove in as they started closing behind us. That's when I realized Sean had the best looking car, while the others looked old and like scrap metal. People watched the car with curiosity, but also fear. Sean hopped out of the car and came to my side. He opened my door and reached a hand out to me. I grabbed it as he helped me stand next to him. He wrapped my arm around his shoulder before we started for a white building. People's stares followed us until we went inside.

Inside was a few beds, IV stands, and all sorts of medical supplies. A woman was standing in there, she walked up to us.
"Wow, you're sure beat up." She said, examining the bruises on my face and neck.
She gestured to a bed. Sean helped me hobble over to it, I sat down as she came by again. She checked my mouth, ears, eyes, and my nose. Her gaze traveled to my leg.
"What hurts the worst?"she asked.
"My left leg and my chest." I said.
She nodded and turned to Sean.
"I'll let you come back later, wait until I fix him up." She said, before pushing him out the door.
She went to another room and came back with some black shorts. She tossed them at me.
"Change into those, take off those jeans and that shirt. I need to be able to check your ribs."
I nodded while she went back into the room.

After she checked me out and wrapped what needed to be, Sean came back.
"Feeling better?"
I shrugged. Honestly I did. But I felt like I had to guard myself from him, like he was a threat to me somehow. The woman; who'd I'd discovered was Lisa had been my medic. She gave me ibuprofen to calm the pain. She had also mentioned I was slightly dehydrated, so she made me drink a bottle of water.
"So, what was the main injuries?" Sean asked.
Lisa came and stood next to him.
"Bruised ribs, sprained ankle, bruised thigh, bruised chest muscles."
I flinched at Sean's look. He looked concerned but also glad.
"Well, that's good nothing's broken."
She nodded and went to the back room again. Sean watched her leave and looked back at me.
"So, what were you before this?" He asked.
I stared at him.
"Like job wise?"
"Yeah."
"I was an Engineer, that worked for this big company." I responded.
He smiled.
"What about you?"
He looked a little surprised by my question.
"Police training."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Thought I was badass enough to join."
He grinned.

Lisa came back with crutches in her hands. I felt irritation rise in me. I HATE crutches.
"Well Mark, you have to use these for a few days."
I sighed and she laughed a little.
"I know they suck, but at least you can get around."
I nodded as her and Sean helped me stand up. The bandages on my sides and legs were stretching and it felt extremely annoying. I put the crutches under my arm pits and stood there for a second. I didn't have anything but shorts on. Sean left my side and came back with my duffle bag. He tossed it on the bed, I balanced on one foot as I snatched a t-shirt and sweatpants. I put them on with help from both of them. I hated being helped like this, it made me feel useless. I got back on the crutches and Lisa smiled at Sean.
"Great job Jack, didn't bring a murderer."
He smiled and I tensed. Did she just call him Jack?
"Wait."
They both stared at me.
"I thought your name is Sean."
He nodded.
"We call him Jack though, sorry for the confusion." Lisa said.
I felt uneasiness creep in. Why didn't he tell me that?
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~Moon :3
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This is getting good