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Yet you're still alive.
Tilting your head to the side, you can see four people trying their best to patch you up. Lex, Benedict, Adam, and Abraham. In the distance, you can faintly hear Ashley strumming her guitar over the blood rushing in your ears.
Someone forces some pills into your mouth and forces you to swallow them as the others continue to patch you up with your trauma kit.
>-JOYVEL DOSES
>-TRAUMA KIT
>FLESH 1/4 --> FLESH 4/4.
>RESTRAINT 2/8 --> 6/8! +3 FROM JOYVEL, +1 FROM CIGARETTE REGEN
"Don't move." Lex chides you when he sees you moving your head. "Fuck, I think I saw your bones back there. Almost like they melted off-"
You vomit blood all over your bomber jacket. Lex hisses through clenched teeth. "Uh. Benedict, you said 'ingredients' only did that if something's punctured, yeah?"
"THAT OR A MALIGN CANCER. KEEP PATCHING UP."
You lose consciousness again.
...
As you finally wake up for a second time, you find yourself being propped up by Lex and Ashley. You're still standing by the table you fought the Admiral at. His body still lays there but you swear, for a moment, one of his hands twitched.
"Hey. You okay, dweeb?" Ashley whispers to you. "I. Uh, look, I'm not good with this emotional shit. Funny, considering I'm a musician."
"If you don't want to talk, that's fine." Lex whispers as well.
Benedict and Adam approach the two of you, still wiping blood off both of their blades. "WE DID THE BEST WE COULD BUT THERE ARE STILL SOME. FRACTURES INSIDE." Benedict chirps out.
You definitely feel a fracture in your god damn head. And in your chest. Ow. Everything hurts.
>CRIPPLING INJURIES: CONCUSSION AND COUGHING BLOOD OBTAINED!
"We can try patching those up but it'll probably empty out the last trauma kit you have." Adam cleans his chef's blade with a practiced ease. "Do you?"
Well?
>YES. (-4 CHARGES ON YOUR LAST TRAUMA KIT, LEAVING ONLY ONE CHARGE.)
>HEAL ONE WITH TRAUMA KIT, TRY HEALING OTHER WITH UVX (-2 CHARGES ON YOUR LAST TRAUMA KIT, -UVX. WRITE IN WHICH INJURY TO HEAL FIRST.)
>NO.
You turn your head back towards the Admiral. There's at least a dozen harpoons jabbed into his corpse. Your mouth twists into a snarl and before you have time to think, you're already rushing over to his corpse.
[UNSTABLE] FUCKING FAGGOTS, ALL OF THEM! DESCRATING THE CORPSE OF AN ANOMALY <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> FOUGHT, AS IF THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO INFLICT A WOUND ON HIM.
[UNSTABLE] YOU RIP OUT THE HARPOONS WITH YOUR BARE HANDS. YOU CLENCH YOUR TEETH AS YOU FEEL THE PALMS OF YOUR HANDS RIP FROM THE-
By the time you rip the last one out, Lex has already restrained you and dragged you away from the corpse. "Okay, look, calm down. We'll deal with that later."
...
It's quiet outside. So quiet. There's no fog, no thunder. If it wasn't for the corpse(?) of the Admiral and his ship looming above you, you wouldn't even know you were in an anomaly's domain.
Well. What do you want to do before you start heading back to shore, Nicole?