"<span style="color: Magenta">...Did you cut yourself with your own weapon?</span>"<br/><br/>Now how the hell did she make that assumption?  Sure, James was a little convinced that, that was exactly what happened to him but how would Jess just automatically assume that?  Did he accidentally say it out loud?  Not like it was his fault...lot of crazy shit could happen when you're in a crashing chopper...<br/><br/>"Well I'm not sure if that was what happened..." James started as their medic began to patch him up, trying to save face. "I mean it could've easily been something else."<br/><br/>Pending on running a blood test on the bayonet of his Lancer, there was no way to be absolutely sure that the blood on it was his and, thus, he had managed to cut himself with it.<br/><br/>He held his arm up as told, waiting for Jess to stitch it, but she had to turn her attentions to another patient before she could do that.  Sighing, trying to fight off the dizziness that continued to persist, James kept pressure on his arm with the pads that she left behind.  Now he wasn't a doctor but how fast these pads were becoming soaked with his blood wasn't probably the best thing in the world and the Gear willed himself to remain calm until the doc came back.<br/><br/>He tried to think of some of the good news that there seemed to be.  Despite the insanity that they just went through with the chopper, it sounded like nearly everyone was alive.  He had obviously seen that Jess was alive and well, Andrea had been on her feet, and Jeanette had gotten up too.  And what their pilot had spoke over the radio, it sounded like their leader was alive...at least for the moment.  Just as he was listing off who else was left, James heard the voice of another squad member; Frost.<br/><br/>Which left only Casanova and...<br/><br/>James winced, remembering the Gear that had become enveloped in the poisonous ink of the Nemacyst.  He had, had a feeling that the man didn't make it and since he hadn't heard anything about him well...<br/><br/>Jess returned a couple minutes later and upon asking about his arm, James looked down at it.  It was certainly a lot cleaner, having been able to wipe off most of it, but blood still leaked from the grievous wound.  Between the elevated position and the pads, however, it wasn't like the gush of blood that had started earlier.<br/><br/>"Yeah I believe so," James offered.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>