Ollie had really made it.
He'd made it to the medical bay—again.
And while he had also succeeded in advancing to A-rank, he had also inadvertently succeeded in nearly giving everyone a collective heart attack.
Frankly, Ollie was worried about this.
Worried his parents were going to pull him out of everything, wrap him in bubble wrap, and drag him home because he was an idiot.
So naturally, the master eavesdropper was pretending to "rest" again, eyes shut, ears sharp, straining to catch every word floating in the room around him.
Only to be caught again by Kyle, who had been hypersensitive to his movements since they picked him up from his slump.
The adjutant sat by the side of his bed, one eyebrow raised at the allegedly passed-out disaster on the bed.
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth, but he let the mop be this time, for that was really one hell of a painful ticket to the infirmary.
