((Uwah. So many posts. O_o))

"Hm?" The surgeon, who had already become distracted by someone else who had somehow stupidly impaled himself on an arrow, turned around at the lost voice. He wondered if she was being stupid on purpose, or maybe it was from the concussion. But seeing no reason not to answer, he responded.

"A concussion is when one's head has been struck, and the brain is wounded in the process." He explained, in simple terms as he understood that not everyone is a doctor. "Some symptoms include dizziness, vomiting, nausea, lack of motor coordination, difficulty balancing, and difficulty concentrating, so you should stay put for a few days to make sure it stabilizes. Try not to do any strenuous activities.

As for your other question..." He trailed off, wondering how to explain the 'SOS' troop. "Well...they deal with 'special' operations that needs to be taken cared of." He finally said, the explanation vague at best, not knowing what the female's involvement in the war was.


Fifteen minutes and lots of explaining later, Janus got the gist of it.

"So...you walked into the forest, found some woman lying on the ground, and just brought her back? And then the General told you to take care of her?" The demon asked, a little confused. "What's that got to do with ya sounding so pissed?"

"She wouldn't leave me alone. Kept asking personal questions and wouldn't let up."

"Then just ignore her. She ain't got nothing to be asking you things."

The conversation died as they reached the tent, and Archer lifted the tent flap and entered, holding it open for Janus to walk in after him so as to not set the whole thing on fire.

"Where is she?" Janus looked around. There were more than one female in it, and It couldn't pin her down at first glance.

"Over there." Archer spotted her immediately. She seemed to be talking to a doctor, who was looking slightly uncomfortable and clutching his notepad tightly with both hands.

The two made their way over, waltzing around the various beds and their occupants and the nurses and medics walking around. "What's going on here?"

Janus cackled madly at the female. "Nice to meet ya too. 'S not everyday I meet someone who doesn't scream bloody murder in my face when they see a walking, talking skeleton on fire." Part of the cackling was also directed at Archer, who had cringed upon the female's hug. But of course, Archer didn't need to know that. "I'd shake your hand, but you'd probably end up with a medium or well-done hand steak."

Archer, on the other hand, was staring at the surgeon after the girl released him. "What was that about explaining a concussion and the Special Ops?"

The surgeon shifted, looking even more uncomfortable. "I just told her that the Special Operations deals with...er, special operations." He cringed at his own lame explanation.

Janus turned around at that. "Oh? So you didn't tell her what we do?"

The doctor fidgeted. "Well, it's not like I know what you do..."

The S.O was divided into many different squads; there was the Assassination squad, the Infiltration squad, and several others that only their members and a few higher-ups knew about.

"Yes, fine." Archer was glad the surgeon hadn't blabbed about anything. That wouldn't end well with the girl and he already had a fine enough headache drilling behind his temples. "If you're all patched up then let's go."