Orders and Conscience: An Among Us Fanfiction

The Last Kill

White's POV:

As Red's voice erupted in a shower of what I could only assume was cursing, I gently let out a breath and winced internally. My insides felt like there were glass shards that scraped and burned every time I inhaled.

I wondered if my ribs were alright and guessed not. Okay, first priority is to make sure that the knife doesn't move or go in deeper. Buuut I couldn't do that with Red and Brown still here. Then again, it was convenient that I was playing dead.

Again, still didn't know why Brown told me to do that. I got the feeling that there was more to the guy than I thought, but I wasn't sure. I also wasn't sure if I could count on being alive to see another sunrise.

I was focusing more about taking small breaths when every part of my body was screaming for more oxygen (I couldn't risk letting my chest move up and down as I breathed, although the helmet helped to hide the fact that my eyes were wide open). Sure, I probably could take deeper breaths without Red noticing, as he was busy screaming insults ("FRIEND OF LIVESTOCK-"), but I didn't want to risk it. Also, I didn't know who taught him those curses, but I made a mental note to slap them if I found them.

Also, also, Black was out of the way and probably still down for the count near the airlock. Not a great chance of getting reinforcements from her unless I managed to break into a crate that held medical supplies and woke her up.

Also, also, also, the situation was still volatile and again, not sure if I would get out alive!

"Son of many generations of ugly brutes!" Red screeched. "Koralith de'snai set uligam pumc!"

"Call me stain on the undergarments of the universe? I name you someone so vile that not even maggots would want to be around you!" The sound of pounding footsteps and Red grunting. From what I interpreted, Brown had just lunged forward and pushed Red. "Bastard! Do you have any fighting skills besides taking advantage of K'dela's be'shmai? Or are you all smoke?"

"Little Umbitr, you will pay for that."

"Not before we play a little hide-and-seek, Vac'shar."

"That's Ethbril to you."

"Not anymore," Brown scoffed and a moment later, I heard more heavy footfalls, leading out of Storage to who-knows-where.

I waited for a couple of minutes before opening my eyes and turning onto my side. Not the side where the knife was lodged in, of course, but the other side. My left. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from screaming and giving myself away.

In any case, now I guess I could get to a medical crate. But first, I had to assess the damage...

Oh. I wish I didn't do that.

The room started spinning as I saw the handle of the blade protruding from my ribs. The white fabric around the wound was stained red, and I was laying in a small pool of the stuff. I assumed that if I pulled the blade out, I'd make it worse.

I glanced to my right and behind me and spotted a crate marked with a red cross some ten feet away from me. Gritting my teeth, I dragged myself over there, thinking not so great thoughts all the while. When I finally got to the crate, I groaned softly as I realized that the opening was on the top.

Hauling myself up, I slid the lid aside and pulled out a hypospray, painkiller injections, gauze, medical tape, and a stimulant. I would have tried to get something that completely stopped the flow of blood as well, but apparently that wasn't what we were carrying or it was in a different crate.

Working as quickly as I could, I used the medical tape to keep pressure on the gauze as I positioned the gauze to be around the knife. At this time, my first priority was to make sure that I wasn't going to bleed out before getting to MedBay to remove the knife safely. My second was to give myself a dose of painkiller large enough so that I was functional.