Jumping from building to building. Racing from building to building under the rising sun, his legs carrying him as fast as he possibly could.
With Ifrit on his back and the wounded Lungmenite hanging over his shoulder, he rushes forward at top speed. His body cloaked in small streaks of electricity he rushes forward over the rooftops, the lightning trailing behind him in small streaks of yellow.
However, one issue still remains...
Where?
Where is he going to get this guy some first aid, how much he wished he didn't leave that map in his room right now...
In all honesty, He could have let the guy down there grasping on whatever bit of life he had left... He could have ignored the scream for help, and gotten back to his room to prepare and enjoy a nice lunch for once..
But in the end, his moral compass got the better of him. Helping the wounded man instead of leaving him to die.
Still, getting attacked by someone with such a... 'unique' look, would certainly raise an eyebrow at the very least... So how can a country with such a tight security let someth-
...I'm such an idiot.
Quickly he grabbed his phone out of his pocket, putting one of his earbud's in before checking the back of his phone. Having written down some number's in case of emergency's...One of which. Coincidently, was going to be very handy right now.
With the phone ringing, he began changing his direction towards a place he DID know.
Instead of franticly searching for somewhere he can be treated... Why not ask the very people who where in charge of protecting the city?
''Yes, what is your issu-'' A male voice begins to ask, before being cut mid sentence.
Y/n: ''I got a wounded person here. Male, 1,90. Fatal knife wound in the stomach, and failing fast. I'm in need of someone who can give him proper first aid!'' Y/n said quickly, not giving the person on the other end the time to finish. He doesn't have the time nor the luxary to get all 'buddy buddy' with everyone.
When he found the wounded man, his first instinct would to look around for the culprit. Still, in his case saving a life is more important then taking one. It also doesn't help that his power's limited by the glove he is currently wearing...
The voice on the other side was taken aback by the information, before asking what every cop is stupid enough to ask...''Who is this, Identify yourself!''The L.G.D Officer asked. As you groaned in annoyance.
Seriously, does every cop have this thick of a head?!
Y/n: ''Here is an fucking ID for you. Y/n L/n, Docter of Rhodes Islands. Now currently on the way to your location with a wounded citizen YOU are supposed to protect. Now, are you going to ask more stupid questions? Or are you actualy going to help out?'' You rudely explained.
Honestly... This world's people are no hair different then his in some case's... at least when it comes to law and order and certain procedures...
LGD: ''Fine, Fine.. A stab wound to the stomach you say, Tell us your location and we-''
Y/n: ''Can't do pall, I'm already coming in hot!-'' You him over the phone, before taking a large leap jumping over the crowd below. Landing on the other side of the street, as you rush on forward once more.
''-I'l be there in.. about a couple of minute's... Also, let Ch'en know about this. And also ask her what the fuck she is thinking when she say's 'The L.G.D. can handle this.' '' You say as you abruptly hang up, Knowing full well he will just ask you more questions. '
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Action/Reaction - An Arknights Fanfic (Ongoing)
Fiksi Penggemar(Updated description) ----------------------------- (WARNING) (Currently undergoing early chapter's rewrite/Ongoing story.) (If some part's of the story make little if not no sense, this will be changed on a later date.) (23-8-2024) ...
