"At least it's not my everything," he shoots at Wyoming, because nothing so far has endeared him to Wyoming.
South, he doesn't exactly like, but the way she's willing to instantly take a possible hit in the rankings for a failed mission for two injured teammates? Yeah, that wins some points.
It's a rough go, but Wash does as he's told, and even despite his condition, manages to cover her a few times. The effort he makes doing it when he can barely stay upright is obvious. They all eventually make it and stumble into the Pelican and feel the ship vibrate as it shoots off. The sudden motion makes it so Wash has to rip off his helmet - it snags his short hair as he does - for some strange reason - and he immediately throws up on the deck plating.
He's actually bleeding from the back of his head, which really shouldn't be happening. A concussion is one thing - that can happen just from your brain sloshing around in your head - but the helmet should've protected him from that.
Then he sees what the fuck happened to his helmet and says, "Jesus fucking Christ."
He holds it up and shows the piece of broken helmet that was pressed inward - pushed there by a piece of shrapnel, probably from the rocket that had exploded close to him. It had almost pierced through, but been stopped just short of actually doing it. But the end result was that it had dented a chunk of his helmet into his head, probably at high speed, and had been so far in it wasn't really visible from outside.
He feels the back of his head. It's bloody but it doesn't feel like anything's been jabbed into his brain. Maybe his skull, though. Christ.
Despite his earlier panic in the fight, he doesn't look that shaken by it. He's not in danger anymore and it's not exactly his first close call. He mostly looks impressed at far the damn thing went in.
"Thanks for making the call and getting me out of there," he slurs. "I don't think it went in too deep but I think my skull's fractured. I'll let the Director know in my report you weren't the one that blew it."
Later on, he actually did.
An actual team player. He'd always been one back then, checking in on teammates, reassuring them when they failed. How many times had many of them had bitten his head off for it now and again? Or sniped at him about making things worse by trying? There's a reason he hovered around five or six on the chart and it wasn't just how much catch up it'd taken to move up from the very bottom of the rankings.
He didn't have the edge for anything beyond five or six. Couldn't outrank people that driven to beat everyone else. It's why another version of South had thought he didn't have the nerve to kill her and had unfortunately been wrong because of not recognizing the shape he'd been battered into.
Wyoming huffs indignantly at Wash's implication they both fucked it up and Wash gives him a 'Really?' look because come on, it was mutual.
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South, he doesn't exactly like, but the way she's willing to instantly take a possible hit in the rankings for a failed mission for two injured teammates? Yeah, that wins some points.
It's a rough go, but Wash does as he's told, and even despite his condition, manages to cover her a few times. The effort he makes doing it when he can barely stay upright is obvious. They all eventually make it and stumble into the Pelican and feel the ship vibrate as it shoots off. The sudden motion makes it so Wash has to rip off his helmet - it snags his short hair as he does - for some strange reason - and he immediately throws up on the deck plating.
He's actually bleeding from the back of his head, which really shouldn't be happening. A concussion is one thing - that can happen just from your brain sloshing around in your head - but the helmet should've protected him from that.
Then he sees what the fuck happened to his helmet and says, "Jesus fucking Christ."
He holds it up and shows the piece of broken helmet that was pressed inward - pushed there by a piece of shrapnel, probably from the rocket that had exploded close to him. It had almost pierced through, but been stopped just short of actually doing it. But the end result was that it had dented a chunk of his helmet into his head, probably at high speed, and had been so far in it wasn't really visible from outside.
He feels the back of his head. It's bloody but it doesn't feel like anything's been jabbed into his brain. Maybe his skull, though. Christ.
Despite his earlier panic in the fight, he doesn't look that shaken by it. He's not in danger anymore and it's not exactly his first close call. He mostly looks impressed at far the damn thing went in.
"Thanks for making the call and getting me out of there," he slurs. "I don't think it went in too deep but I think my skull's fractured. I'll let the Director know in my report you weren't the one that blew it."
Later on, he actually did.
An actual team player. He'd always been one back then, checking in on teammates, reassuring them when they failed. How many times had many of them had bitten his head off for it now and again? Or sniped at him about making things worse by trying? There's a reason he hovered around five or six on the chart and it wasn't just how much catch up it'd taken to move up from the very bottom of the rankings.
He didn't have the edge for anything beyond five or six. Couldn't outrank people that driven to beat everyone else. It's why another version of South had thought he didn't have the nerve to kill her and had unfortunately been wrong because of not recognizing the shape he'd been battered into.
Wyoming huffs indignantly at Wash's implication they both fucked it up and Wash gives him a 'Really?' look because come on, it was mutual.
"Don't give me that look, you're bleeding more."