"I'm a Healer, but..." [Arknights x Male Reader Insert]

Episode 9 - 3: A Mental Trip

"So... why exactly am I being put on house arrest?" Angel asked, standing outside his dorm.

"You're unstable. The moment you get into combat you almost become feral and arrogant. Just keep close to your room until we can safely get you out as a diplomat." Kal'tsit briefed, Amiya standing at her side.

"I like to think of it as valid confidence. And besides, it wasn't as bad as my normal outbreaks." Angel said with a matter-of-factly smile.

«•«

Angel was sitting at his desk, in silence, unnaturally being bothered by no one.

He was alone, with his thoughts, and his sins.

Angel wasn't bothered by anything.

The screams and cries in his head were muffled by the deafening silence of being alone.

He was trapped in a room with a monster.

Within moments Angel slowly brought his hand to his neck, fingers twitching as the urge to stop the constant noise he couldn't really hear grew.

He quickly swiped the same hand to his temple and tried to quell the noise by humming...

It didn't work.

Angel's powers sparked to life as he clawed at his throat, but before he could severely injure himself, a tranquilizer was injected into his neck via the choker Kal'tsit gave him.

His powers fizzed into the air as his head crashed onto his desk, unconscious.

Elsewhere, Kal'tsit was notified of the jump in his heart rate, looking at surveillance footage of what transpired. She stared indifferently, looking at research team and glancing back at his unconscious figure.

"That makes four times this week." Kal'tsit said with a sigh.

»•»

"In my defense, I finally had something to vent on. I can't sit still— I need to be occupied. Leaving me in my room will make things worse." Angel reasoned.

"That's why this is temporary. We have certain relations aboard ship that need work, so that we also can fix the major dynamic outside of the island." Kal'tsit said vaguely.

"This is another case of: you don't interact with your coworkers." Amiya said with an angry smile, frustrated he still hadn't done so.

"I'm starting to see you guy's point. I guess they're losing faith or something?" Angel asked.

"Worse. Just as you view yourself... they're starting to see you as a weapon. You can't throw away your title, Doctor. You can hold on to whatever identity you desire, but you can't relieve yourself of your job." Amiya explained.

"...okay." Angel complied, nodding his head and turning back to his dorm.

As he walked to his bed, the last thing he heard was the sway of another set of clothes as his door shut.

He plopped on his bed, face in his pillow as Amiya followed him. She took the liberty of crawling over him and taking a seat at his side, staring into space.

"Amiya, I'll be honest." Angel began.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry..." Angel began. "I've put you through so much haven't I. Past and Present me— and probably future as well. Chernobog, and the events after. All burdens we've gone through together, but... you didn't feel like I was there with you, huh?" Angel asked.

"...Are you using my Arts...?" Amiya asked, curious if that was possible.

"No... just been reflecting. It's all I can do lately. Work's boring and slow. Talulah is going through the remediation program, and Ch'en isn't back from Victoria yet. Haven't had the same company. I know you've been busy doing my job." Angel ranted.