Return of the Doctor [Arknights]

[Feeling Blue]

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"Through everything that happened. Kal'tsit is the one, who made me not feeling blue in a long time by now."

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Third Person Pov

"When I am feeling blue."

The Doctor slowly opens his eye.

"All I have to do. Is take a look at you."

He looks over to the sound of music.

"Then I am not so blue."

Y/N stands up on his shaky legs and fell with bottles lying all around.

"When you are close to me. I can feel your heartbeat."

The mentality hurt Doctor looks weakly up and sees the grim faces of his personalities looking down at him.

"I can hear your breathing in my ear."

He looks down and tightened his hands into fists.

"Would not you agree? Baby, you and me."

His eye closes for a short second and reopens with a hazy blue. His left hand starts making sounds of electricity.

"Got a groovy kind of love."

Without thinking, Y/N zaps the victrola and the music stops. It takes awhile until he calms down and gets to his sense.

The Doctor looks around and sees empty bottles. If the Ursus girls saw this, they would be proud of him. A fellow comrade.

He looks at his hands and sees he does not wear his gloves. Strange feeling. The illness he was told, most Rhodes Island members have that and thought he has that too. However, the sickness on his hands looks more somehow tattoos. Some tattoos were forged from ancient times. Probably why he has gloves to started with.

"Tattoos...? How surprisingly with the lives I have lived through."

He tries to find the gloves and see the outline of one. Pulling it out under the couch, he sees the golden ring.

Golden ring.

"Kal'tsit..."

Y/N look away from the glove and the ring. Not wanting to remember the unpleasant memories from last night. Too painful and he does not even remember a single thing with himself and her together.

"I fucked up. So sorrowful I got myself drunk with Zima's reverses vodka."

A sigh of disappointment escapes from his lips and he looks up to the clock. Seven minutes over six. Meaning it is just only six in the morning. He looks back at the glove and stares at the ring.

A part of him wants to put it on. But another part screams at him to not do it. Two decisions. One outcome.

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