Catastrophe POV
"Hey! That hurts." I whimpered, shying away from the icepack. "We need to help you!" 88 protested.
The Trinitys' names actually were 88,89 and 90, ever since Arsyn went down, they hadn't been speaking in union as much. That really freaked me out.
I had stitches in my chest where the bullet had hit me. My suit had stopped the bullet enough so it couldn't kill me, but I had shrapnel in my chest. The Trinity had taken it out and now had to ice it.
"How's Homeslice?" I asked, finally letting her put the icepack completely on my chest. "She is stable." 89 told me with a smile. "Great." I smiled, settling back into the bed.
Per my request, they had put me in a real bed instead of on the metal table, so I didn't feel like a science experiment.
They continued to run some tests, until finally, they said I was good to go. 80 took off the icepack and I sighed.
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Bad Blood (Taylor Swift)
FanfictionThere is a secret that had been buried for a long time. But buried secrets often come with skeletons and loose ends. What happens if the loose ends are torn and the skeletons are unearthed?
