ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ

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"Grapple tape on my SMG.
Talk, talk, talk but you won't beat me."

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I sat down for a good 15 or so minutes trying to process what had just happened. A now cold bodied Kiara wrapped in my arms as we were now smothered in each other's blood, silent tears streaming down my blood stained face.

I looked up at the sky. The sun was already setting. The sky was a fine shade of pink and orange, artistically blended together to form an artist's dream.

I wonder how pissed Levi would be at me? The one time he's trusted me to go out myself to do something mildly dangerous, I've almost gotten myself killed.

I looked down at Kiara's lifeless body and smiled sadly down at her. I doubt she'd want me mourning over her passing just yet. I can do that after I take her somewhere and regroup with the others.

I let out a straggled breath as I stood up, using the wall for support. I reached down and slung Kiara over my right shoulder. I dipped into the nearest alleyway and slowly lowered her body onto the cool ground.

"I'll be back to get you, I swear. But for now, just wait here for me. Okay?" I whispered to no one in particular. After all, she was dead. She wouldn't hear me.

I got up with a grunt and had my right arm clenched over my wound. Only now did I realise the full extent of the gash's pain. I needed to get some sort of medical attention.

I turned my back to the alleyway and made a beeline for the prison I had just escaped. Brining Kiara's body here would have been more convenient if my injury wasn't already causing me shit amounts of pain.

I grunted as I descended the steps into the underground prison. After walking down the elongated hallway littered with torches, I finally made it to a cell which I sung open. It was better than the one I was in previously.

I shook my thoughts away and walked in, instantly taking back my words. Yes, there was a bed, but right next to it was a torture table. A table laden with torture equipment of all kinds. I shivered slightly and settled my sights on a piece of thread, a medical needle and bandages.

I thanked the walls for my discovery and sat myself down on the wooden chair, readying myself to self-stitch.

I threaded the needle and string together and before I did anything else, made sure to wipe the equipment with a handkerchief I also found on the table.

Despite bleeding tons and refraining from screaming multiple times, I had finally managed to do it. To top it off, I wrapped my abdomen with bandages tightly, making sure to layer it multiple times. To be honest, I tied the bandages so tightly to the point I had already forgotten about the gash and was focused on the tightness of my bandages. But quite frankly, I couldn't care less.

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