At the camp…
"They aren't showing any signs of waking up, doctor what's going on? It's been a week already." Randy asked one of the doctors who just attended to Vim.
"General Vim was badly injured while using the incomplete bullets and it aggravated his weak–"
"I've already known that, damn it! You have said that for more than a thousand times already. Can't you sing a different song for once?!"
Randy felt like punching the doctor in the face. Ever since he and his team were sent over since last week, he had been saying the same thing without doing much to make them wake up. He is getting fed up and if good result isn't shown by tomorrow, he's going to kick their asses out of this place.
" I'm sorry for being useless." The doctor bowed.
" It's good that you are aware." He humped.
" What about the student? Why isn't she stirring?"
