Chapter 139
Chapter 139 Talk 021: The Opportunity for Joint Training (3)
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Flossie Wright moved a bit, then got out of bed. As she was preparing to put on her shoes, she asked Janice Wood, "Where is everyone else?"
"Um," Janice blinked and thought about it before answering carefully, "Rowdy Brightwill and Winsley Scott went back for training this afternoon. Captain Hutchinson is still at the hospital, seems to be dealing with the troublemaker issue."
He’s really not shy of being bothered.
Muttered in mind, Flossie continued tying her shoelaces at her own pace.
"Speaking of which, Flossie..." Janice, still on a drip, leaned out and peered at her with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Were you scared when you went in as the hostage?"
Janice learned about the hostage taking only when Glenn Hutchinson brought Flossie in. At that time, Janice had just finished her meal, and she was startled by the sight of the unconscious Flossie. She was relieved to find out that she was just asleep.
Later, when Janice found out the full story, her heart pounded at the thought of Flossie as the hostage. She was further stressed upon learning that Flossie was not only pushed into going in by a few doctors and nurses, but that the person holding the hostages was a top-notch soldier. She felt a suffocating knot in her chest, not painful, but enough to make it difficult to breathe.
It was down to her clear understanding of Flossie’s skills and personality that made this knowledge especially harrowing. Flossie was very talented, but definitely not a match for the real vanguards. Given Flossie’s direct, tactless way of offending people, there was a real danger that she could have been killed by the hostage-taker.
Of course, it’s a blessing that she’s still alive now.
All the crises were averted, and Flossie had only been injected with anesthesia.
However, there was something that Janice couldn’t ignore.
Any soldier, when so casually pushed to the brink of death by the public... would become disheartened, right?
So, what about Flossie?
Janice had seen Flossie’s calm in the face of danger, and her cool-headedness. She was a real puzzle, an enigma. The only thing certain was that she had a strong mind, seemingly impervious to all ills.
But Janice couldn’t be sure. When large numbers of people abandoned her and the very people she protected hurt her feelings, would Flossie care?
"No need." Flossie finished tied her shoelaces, stood up, and responded casually.
Janice puzzled, then asked again, "So, are you heartbroken?"
"Heartbroken?" Flossie queried back, a smile played on her lips. She raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of calm and fearlessness. "What do they have to do with me?"
For some reason, Janice choked on the words, not knowing what to say.
At the same time, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
It’s fine if she’s not heartbroken, it’s fine if she doesn’t care, Janice didn’t want to see Flossie in a negative state...
In fact, not only Janice, everyone who knew about this incident was afraid that the few doctors and nurses might have hurt Flossie’s feelings or left her colder towards the "people".
Unfortunately, Flossie was not an ordinary soldier, and in her eyes, those people were not so important. She had a four-word phrase for them - a motley crowd.
She would definitely not listen to such people’s opinions and would not be irritated or hurt by their words.
If she were going to be so affected by such small matters, her conning in the past would have been exposed many times over.
Generally speaking, her mental toughness was probably one of the best in the entire Forces.
— End of Chapter 139 —