The Pacific. [There's definitely some bitterness in him as he says it, but he knows by now about the time difference, so he's not really surprised, either. Just bitter. And tired.
It's not really Scott's fault, though, so Gene just keeps unlacing his boondockers and carefully pulls one off, than the other, wincing as his half rotted off socks peel away from his skin, revealing raw and painful looking sores on the top and bottoms of his feet. They probably smell a little ripe, too, but they're not badly infected or really harmful, just gross.
Is he in pain? Yeah, but he's used to it, and it's nothing serious, so he doesn't really know how to answer that correctly.]
I'm alright, Doc. [The nickname slips out before he really even registers that it's coming, because it's not like Scott couldn't be some guy treating him on Peleliu, or on some hospital boat or back on Pavuvu. Some of the Corpsmen are pretty young, even compared to Gene.]
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It's not really Scott's fault, though, so Gene just keeps unlacing his boondockers and carefully pulls one off, than the other, wincing as his half rotted off socks peel away from his skin, revealing raw and painful looking sores on the top and bottoms of his feet. They probably smell a little ripe, too, but they're not badly infected or really harmful, just gross.
Is he in pain? Yeah, but he's used to it, and it's nothing serious, so he doesn't really know how to answer that correctly.]
I'm alright, Doc. [The nickname slips out before he really even registers that it's coming, because it's not like Scott couldn't be some guy treating him on Peleliu, or on some hospital boat or back on Pavuvu. Some of the Corpsmen are pretty young, even compared to Gene.]