Soldier Friend

Zip, the quite soldier with a blonde buzz cut studied Jones as he struggled to get on his wheelchair. It was more difficult than Jones had anticipated, and Norm noticed Zip's lack of effort to help. "Ain't you gonna help?" "Pipe down.He has it." Zip snaps. "Yeah, I do. Why don't you mind your business?You disgusting rodent." Norm knew that Jones was playing them, still the comment did not sit well with him. Unfortunately his annoyance was obvious to Zip. "Something bothering you?" Norm did not respond. "I said is something bothering you?" "No, not at all." Zip gets in Norm's face. "You don't like being called a rodent, do you?" "Can't say I do." "Well that's too bad." Jones is finally sitting in the wheelchair. Zip walks behind Jones and starts to push him. "You are a rodent. I will not call you anything else." "That's fine, but where are you going?" Norm asks, changing the subject. "You don't need to know." Jones says coldly. With that Jones and Zip exit the room, leaving Norm alone. "What have I created?"