summer stories

Billy (tmr)

Billianne hated staying in the truck. On every mission they went on, she had to stay in the truck with a puny pistol while the rest of the army took their launchers and wrecked WICKED property. She supposed it was because she was their only medic, and this mission was no different.

Suddenly, the doors to the truck burst open, revealing John, one of her best friends and a frontline soldier. "Billy! Vince wants to see you," In pure excitement that she was called to the field, Billy haphazardly threw her gas mask over her face and rushed to where their boss was. Vince turned to face her, and though he could not see the girl's face, he knew she was smiling. He nodded at her.

"Found this guy just now, and we can't just leave him here. Think you can fix him up?" Billy walked towards the body in front of Vince, crouching down to examine his body.

It was a boy in a brown shirt and pants rolled up to below his knees. He looked no older than 15, and had forest green eyes. The most prominent thing about him, however, was the fact that he had a spear sticking out of his chest.

Billy pressed two fingers down beside his Adam's apple, just barely managing to locate his pulse. "Alright," She stood up, "load him into my truck, I'll see what I can do." Two men grabbed the boy and started their way to her truck.

Billy followed with Vince and John, and the three of them hopped into her truck. She turned to Vince. "What happened here?" Vince only shrugged, removing his mask and running a hand through his goatee.

"Someone destroyed the place. There's fake blood on the walls and no survivors. We only found that boy, but he doesn't seem like someone working for WICKED." She couldn't say anything after that.

When they reached their 'headquarters', Billy had the seemingly unconscious boy rushed to her little infirmary in the corner of the building. She tore his shirt open and flung it across the room. She grabbed a cloth and gently started to ease the spear out of the boy's chest. Once it was out, she pressed the cloth onto the wound to stem the blood flow. The boy groaned as Billy added more pressure to the cloth.

"Good, you're awake." She muttered, reaching around for a needle. "Alright boy, I'm gonna start stitching you up. The medicine should be kicking in soon, just stay calm for me okay?" She glanced over at the boy, who's eyes were shut tightly. "Here we go," She said.

After she finished up with the boy, Billy changed out of her uniform and joined the others outside for dinner. "Hey Billy! We saved you some food," Billy's head turned to John's voice, and she took the plate from him gratefully before slumping down next to him on a log opposite Vince. Billy scarfed down the food on her plate before grabbing a bottle of water.

"How's the boy?" Vince asked.

"Stable," She replied. "I honestly didn't think I'd be able to save him," Vince chuckled.

"Neither did I," He joked, and both Billy and John laughed.

"You love me," She teased. Vince rolled his eyes, but smiled. Billy then turned to the important news she had to share.

"The boy's immune," John dropped his chicken wing. "I scanned him, he was one of WICKED's subjects." Vince stroked his beard.

"He could be useful then,"

Billy watched the boy around the clock, feeding him and giving him medicine. And finally, after a long week of babysitting, the boy woke up. He shot up in the bed and Billy didn't even bother to look up from her book. "Nice of you to wake up, Munie." She flipped a page and the boy exploded.

"Where am I? Who are you? What did you do to me?" Billy closed her book and spared a glance at his frightened face, something very few people have seen on the boy.

"My name's Billianne," She stood up and folded her arms, smirking at him. "But you can call me Billy."