Chapter 3: Always needing repairs

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I didn't get much sleep as the night went on, but that wasn't any different from any other night.

It probably was atleast two hours until sunrise and when I sat up I saw Violet was still typing away.

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" She asked softly like there was another person sleeping in the room.

"No more than usual." I groaned as I sat up. "Have you not slept yet?"

"I dont require a lot of sleep." I guess that is a no.

As I slowly began to stand up my leg gave off an awful screech. I winced at the sound and carefully pulled up my pant leg.  Sure enough water had gotten in between a few gears and they began to rust.

'Fuck.' I mentally cursed at my leg.

Even with the god awful sounds coming from my leg I forced myself to my feet and picked up the blanket I had laid on.

"Thank you for letting me sleep in here. I will leave you..."

I took a step towards the door and there was a loud pop as one of the gear snapped.

*flashback*

The sound of gun fire and screams were quickly filling the air. It wasn't until a man bursted into my workshop aiming a his pistol at me that I began to feel panicked.

"Put the tools down you're coming with me." The man ordered.

I cautiously listened to what he said and put down my tools and carefully walked towards him.

I at first I followed him until a fallen soldiers rifle slid towards me. I quickly dropped to the ground and took it. Before he knew what was happening I had shot the man and ducked into cover.

When I looked around I found Lieutenant-colonel Hodgins and some of his soldiers ducked in the same cover.

"Well it looks like our mission came to us." He softlt joked with his soldiers.

Suddenly two enemy men came into view and I quickly shot them before they could count the amount of us here.

"I've got to admit kid when they told me you were an engineer," Lieutenant-colonel Hodgins spoke while he tightened his grip on his gun. "I didn't expect you to know your way around a rifle."

"Well people tend to try and kidnap me fairly often because of my father." I weakly smiled at him. "I still can't convince anyone to issue me a rifle though."

"Maybe this will be a good incident to persuade them to get you one." He stated while speaking out of our cover. "Alright let move."

I nodded my head before following his lead.

*end flashback*

"Are you alright?" Violet asked as she kneeled next to me.

"Yes sorry I'm fine." I shook away the memory and tried to focus myself on my leg.

"Do you need me to help with anything?"

I sighed and hung my head down as I realized my crutches were down stairs.

"Do you have the time to help me down to the mail room?"

Immediately she went to try and carry me.

"Don't  do that." I muttered out in a panic and grabbed one of the floor boards.

She quickly with drew her hands and stepped back.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, sorry..." I said as I loosened my grip on the floor board. "I dont like being picked up. It... uh... I'm sorry if you could just help me walk down there that would be a great help."

She softlt nodded and placed her arm around me. Slowly step by step we made our way to the mail room.

"Violet can I speak with you?" Hodgins said from his office.

"Y/n was needing help to the mailroom." She spoke softly.

Immediately Hodgins threw himself out of is office like the concerned man he is. He quickly looked at the both of us.

"Y/n what's wrong?"

"Its just a busted gear." I groaned. "It happens all the time."

"I dont understand why you dont just ask your father for access to better quality materials." He sighed and pinched his nose like his concern was wasted.

"You know why."

"May I ask why?" Violet asked softly.

"It's not something to say out in the open." I responded.

"Violet can you go and ask Benedict for the crutches?" Hodgins moved to my side to take her place. "Could you also tell him to follow you up here?"

She quickly nodded before gracefully descending the stairs.

"Why dont we talk in my office?" He offered kindly like I had a choice since he was now the one helping me walk.

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