Story Reader / Affection / Vera: Garnet / Story
Darkness.
Dazed. Confused.
You do not know where you are. At first, you feel like you are lying down. Then you feel something stand you up. Finally, you feel yourself being carried.
Your ears are buzzing. You hear someone crying out periodically, but you can only catch just a few fragmented sentences.
Goddammit! You little...! You're nothing but trouble!
...
What makes you think you can just throw your flag away?!
...
Ngh, ow! Damn this hurts! How long has it been since I felt this much pain?
Ugh, forget it... Hey! You awake?!
...Oh, you're still conscious. You can hear me, right?
Well, then!
Wake!
UP!
Thunk. Thunk. You feel something hitting you, but your body only feels a weak sensation.
But it does not hurt. It is just a feeling.
[player name] has been seriously injured! Blood-loss critical!
Help! It's an emergency! Where's the doctor?! Any doctor that can operate on humans?!
Ngh... Really? You are injured...?
Then someone must have treated you and carried you back.
You struggle to open your eyes. You catch a glimpse of the gray sky and a mountain of scrapped Constructs.
(Whimpers) No... You can't! Don't die!
Someone... is calling me.
I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.
Heh... I told you. That antidote sure'd be handy at a time like this, huh?
Antidote? Antidote...
It's some kind of cardiac stimulant. One vial, one Construct. It can bring back someone from the brink of death in no time.
You struggle to raise your hand, your throat gargling as you try to speak.
Your vocal cords tremble briefly, then immediately become mute.
Hey! What'd [player name] just say?!
I didn't catch it. What was the order?!
That's not important right now... You sure there isn't a single doctor here?!
(Sneers)
You feel as if the red-haired Construct who is smiling gently behind the crowd of people gave out a cold sneer.
Alright, make way, you worthless pieces of scrap metal.
I won't allow the commandant to die on my watch. I'm going to need the field clinic for intensive surgery. Everyone else, get out and leave me alone!
W-wait... What do you think you're doing—
Are you deaf? I said LEAVE! Need me to use my weapon?
B-but you're wounded... You need to rest...
Hmph, you're worried about me? HAH! Don't even bother. Anyway, show's over. I don't care what you think of me. You wanna go back and tell everyone how bad of a person I am, by all means.
But if you get in my way, don't be surprised when I use force.
As for this wound, I'm fine as long as I can operate. Hell, it'll even help keep me awake.
The red-haired Construct makes her way through the crowd, or rather, the crowd actively clears the way.
She kneels in front of you. Her rose-colored face occupies your vision.
Commandant, you want to live. Correct?
Leaning by your face, she whispers in your ear. Her red hair brushes against your cheek.
Well, then. It's your lucky day. I'll heal you right up. It's gonna hurt a bit though...
Actually, take that back... It will hurt... a lot!
