"This might hurt."
I watched, laying on the ground, as C-MS warned, ripping out a medkit.
"Now pardon the intrusion."
She mumbled, fitting on latex gloves.
I winced at the sight of her careless hands, as she probed my wounds with a pain disregard for my well-being,
"Oh my god, have you been trained before?" I cried out.
I'm too glad I turned off my pain receptors.
"Don't be such a baby. You've already experienced this pain. Ribs grow back." C-MS responded absentmindedly, wriggling her hands inside.
I'm pretty sure she just made everything worse.
"It doesn't mean I want to experience it again! AND YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S THE BABY!" I held her by the throat, trying to push her away.
"Ah shaddap. Where's the knife?" The PDW replied by rummaging around the medkit, eyes lighting up when she found the tool, "There it is."
The knife glinted under the moonlight.
"Alright, first of all, that's a scalpel, and second of all, why would you need that?!"
"Don't fret over the details. M4! Can you help tie G36 down? I have a feeling she'll squirm a lot."
She then grabbed a lighter and started heating up the scalpel.
My heart lurched.
"No, no, no, I don't think that's necessary!" I protested as if it did anything.
"Hmph," C-MS looked to be thinking hard for a brief moment, before announcing to the others, "I'll cauterise the femoral artery. We don't want G36 losing too much coolant."
"Gahahaha... I guess there is a first time for everything." 9A-91 looked at me with this shit-eating grin that screamed of crap.
Not good.
Just as M4A1 approaches me.
"U-uh, s-sorry about this, p-please forgive me qwq."
She was back in her timid form.
Ah, that was nice.
She straightened my arms before claiming down hard on it, right into my flesh.
That was not nice.
"OW, AAAAAAA," I hollered in pain, the operating sensors in my arm going up in flames.
"Ah. A-are you o-okay?" M4A1 looked down at me, a concerned expression clouding features.
"Never mind that. Cover her mouth for me too. M4" C-MS tossed M4A1 a roll of electrical tape.
"Y-you sure?"
I'm not sure.
"Absolutely."
Fuck.
"C-MS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! I'm going to beat your ass with a wooden spoon, you BASTAAAAA-"
That was all I could say before a roll of vile-smelling electric tape silenced my mouth.
"Alright then, excuse me," C-MS mumbled as she brought the knife towards the outward protruding artery.
I can feel the heat radiating off of it.
And then, in one not-so-swift motion, she severed it entirely.
OWWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKKK.
I screamed, groaning into the tape, as the steaming hot blade replaced something cold and unorthodox.
