Pov: Adam Rorke

After we cleaned up the remaining stragglers and the Heavy was felled, I saw the most bizarre scene in the world, the nutjob pilot of the shield bearing walker being dragged out of her walker by a pale, dark clothed little girl screaming for help.

The first reason that it felt bizarre to me was because the goddamn pilot was a beauty (albeit flat chested). the second reason was that she had multiple bullet wounds on her.

Me and a couple of other pilots ran over to help the poor girl out and somehow hauled the pilot to the outpost’s clinic.

“This is some horrid shit.” I remember myself saying, looking at her wounds.

Thinking back on it, she had run right through a battlefield whilst being constantly shot at, it would have been all kinds of fucked up had she not gotten hit during it,

but what made it truly disturbing where the other marks.

“...Is she even human?”

Aside from the new bullet wounds she had pre-bandaged wounds on multiple spots on her body, her shoulder, her lung, it seems there must have also been organ damage along the way, there was just no fucking way she could just run to the battlefield indiscriminately in this state…

Combining all of that with the fresh bullet wounds, one on her thigh, a shoulder hit, arm, waist, leg..  In fact how da fuck did she take this many bullet wounds and not just keel over then and there?!

“No!”

As the old-looking outpost medic was about to start addressing her wounds the woman’s short-haired lil’kid suddenly grabbed his arm and screamed that,

flustered at receiving our surprised gazes she started explaining in a really quiet voice:

“Um, she would not want a man to touch her whilst she was unconscious, some of those wounds are a bit, you know...” She explained, as her adorable face started to resemble a tomato, why does that look so fucking cute!?

“My mom was a doctor… I have been addressing her wounds in the past, could you… Um.. Leave it to me? ” ...Why is her muttering voice so cute!?

(author: her mumbling is not very coherent, she is mumbling after all, but she means addressing Rasmus’s wounds, not her mami’s)

The medic seemed conflicted, but after looking at the woman's hideous wounds, he agreed, provided that the girl would sign a paper that releases him from any responsibility… You just did not want her fucking death on your consciousness right!? Your eyes are swimming. Oi!

Resigned we left the treatment of the strange Walker pilotess to the little girl.

...How fucked up must the world be when we leave dying patients for 12 year old girls to handle… It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

*Pov: Alicia*

Uuu…. What do I do now? I knew that if they examined Rasmus closely they would realize he was not just an implanted human, but an actual Old Beast, so I exploited his womanly appearance to get them to leave, but if I don't do something he is going to bleed out…

Worried for his life, I began by removing his tattered clothes and blocking the wounds, whatever I do would not matter if he bled out,

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...I may have lied to the others that my mother was a doctor, but she was only a nurse and I don't honestly know what to do...

...I Fumbled around and found some blood bags, but I did not know what blood type he was, there was not any O negative… O negative is a luxury only the rich and powerful can afford after all, I took a chance and gave him type A,

...I hope that is his blood type…

...Please… He cannot die…

*Pov:  Adam Rorke, many hours Later*

The little girl finally came out from the pilotess’ room in the clinic, albeit with more blood on her than before.

“Ra- Umm... Rachel should be stable… But she needs a few hours of rest, undisturbed…”

Honestly, I could not fucking believe what she just said. No one could get that close to well minced pork and live, I was about to go in and check but the little girl stopped me.

“No! ...She is not dressed, her clothes were in tatters... So I took them off…”

….”Ok, I wont look” I gave up. Her distressed face is cute…

(Author: Great, first a masochist man and now a pedo...)

Apparently the girl’s name is Alicia and the woman is Rachel, they are apparently adopt-twins, we talked for a while, but she seemed tired, not too surprising, she is 12 and had to deal with her sister almost dying after all, so we let her rest and went to the local bar to get wasted.

*Pov: Protagonist, next morning*

As usual, I slept badly.

Why can't I sleep well like the others?

I slowly woke up to the sound of a heart monitor’s rhythmic beep. It took me a moment, I realized that I was the patient.

Well, I guess I did overdo it a little, but what can I say? It was do or die, if we could not kill the Heavy we would not make the travel to Aurora alive. Heh, it’s funny, that was my first solo fight with a Heavy.

And I won. Heh.

As my mind slowly cleared I found that there was someone sleeping with their small head lying on the side of the bed.

‘Alicia’

I see, she must have been the one to address my wounds, that being said I do vaguely recall the bandaging I had done whilst half asleep in the tunnel having been exceptional, maybe she did it back then as well?

A small smile rose to my lips as I looked at the little thing that had evidently fallen asleep whilst keeping watch next to my bed.

‘Loyalty like this is not bad I suppose’ I thought as I lifted my hand and began patting her sleeping head.

“Hau~...” She began to slowly stir under the might of my patting technique.

“Ras...mus?..” She muttered half asleep.

“Yeah, I’m here.” I responded slightly smiling.

“Rasmus!!” She dive-hugged me.

...I suppose loyalty like this is really not bad.

… Then she had to re-bandage me.

...Dive-hugs can kill you know?

Author's note

Here you go, chapter of the day. more tomorrow.