The brown coated camera and the Tv maiden

7

How much time passed? Has it been days? Weeks? Years? Perhaps not years but he could feel like it's only been a couple of weeks, the start being the most sufferable he's ever been to the end where he specifically felt some restfulness for once. At first in the meanwhile of his coma, his camera-head ached in agony and his limbs felt like if he were to try his best to move them, they would only painfully shake a little without being able to do much. It felt true to him that it was as if he was forced to do something nonstop even though he was exhausted, adrenaline running throughout his body and keeping him going despite all the pain, in all likelihood that was what happened when he was being controlled by that skibidi toilet parasite. In the middle, he heard the sounds of his body being repaired and sensed his camera-head being put back together, eventually awakening for a little while and staring at whatever his fixed lenses faced without letting anybody around realize, barely seeing and hearing the TV woman talking with an advanced medic cameraman, carefully listening to whatever their conversation was with an annoying static in his hearing interfering. "?yako eb ot gniog s'eh erus uoy era...erA" The other cameraman before answering glanced with concern to the brown coated cameraman, turning to face the TV woman and giving a straightforward nod all earlier than dozing off into his coma once more. The last week before his arising from his coma improved slightly when the speakermen finally made a comeback after all of them stood hidden for so long, the charming yet deadened song of "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" playing from the nearby speakerman in the corridors of this place, the brown coated cameraman registering that his hearing has been stable and has not perceived any static whatsoever. Good for him and perhaps for half the alliance, he's not in pain anymore and can move his limbs around without such struggling or fatigue, maybe the whole time when he was resting his body, it was by gradually regaining its strength from all the involuntary things he had to do. Eventually after the last day when he was healthy enough to leave his bed, he first looked down at himself and saw that his brown coat was removed from him with his unstained cyan shirt still worn, the bed sheets still covering the rest of his body. Subsequently he sat up to look to the left to see a small table with some of the weapons he had while he was infected, notably his shoulder flamethrower and hidden blade which both of them strike as being reconstructed, the flame belch giving the impression of being modified and the hidden dagger coming across as now having a proper handle, the cameraman steadily getting out of bed and equipping all of them including his jetpack. It seems that he still had his Advanced Knee Replacements that looked to be overhauled, just about answering his question as to whether he still had them and why he felt a gap under his legs when he was still lying down, eventually looking around the room and immediately spotting his brown coat being hung on a wall. It seemed to have been washed accompanied by no blue ink discoloring on it, walking over to his coat without any sudden problem and wearing it around him, taking a glance inside the room he stayed in. It was barely empty with about three resting but not deceased cameramen in one of the beds, the advanced medic cameramen making restorations in their rooms supported by how there are none visible and that there are indistinct noises behind the windowed door revealing some medic cameramen, none of the resting cameramen being recognizable to the brown coated cameraman when he gazes at them, deciding to leave them to their peace by stepping over to the exit and walking out the door. Outside the room was another except that it was larger in scale with some speakermen doing their orange justice dances at a pillar and a group of familiar cameramen hanging out together against a wall, all of them suddenly facing the now standing still brown coated cameraman. Staring with zoomed lenses on one of the cameramen, a particular one turned out to be the now fine cameraman that he held hostage weeks earlier, a large weight of blameworthiness dropping down onto the brown coated cameraman's back as he faintly remembered what he did to the poor guy, in the absence of not knowing that they were apologetic to him he speed walked away feeling shameful before they all even got to wave to him, thereupon when he left the group only gazed at each other and shrugged it off. The brown coated cameraman doesn't have a complete idea of where he intends to go while ignoring the other nearby cameramen who try getting his attention, opening another door and being led to an empty short hallway, one having a sign above it saying "EXIT." He feels somewhat prepared enough to leave this place he was in, to him it's not like anybody is probably going to care that much, so he walks ahead and is about to push onto the door crash bar before stopping after hearing some teleporting sound behind him. The brown coated cameraman was mentally immobilized for a short time due to some temporary paranoia he had just developed, detecting a cold sensation running down his spine from anxiety. Is it a TV man who came here to stop him from leaving? What if he's taking revenge for his fallen comrade because the brown coated cameraman punched into his screen while being controlled? Steadily turning his body around with caution, he faces a blank screen TV woman whose screen soon shows a Ã"^Ö as to what he's doing, his slow shaking hands raised like he's surrendering himself. "?einworB ydaerla gnivael er'uoY-Y" She had a troubled tone in her voice, the brown coated cameraman unable to answer. She pointed a finger at her chest. "?thgir , em fo esuaceb ton s'tahT deracs kool uoy...uoY" He shook his head from side to side and put his hands down, forgetting and now questioning why he's been so mistrustful of others ever since, maybe because he's overthinking ever since he saw that cameraman he took for interrogation? The TV woman put her hand down as well, tilting her TV head. "?thgirla uoy erA" The brown coated cameraman just faced away from her and slowly nodded his camera-head, but it was completely obvious to her that he was just paranoid. "...yeH" Footsteps were heard approaching, leading him to face the TV woman in which fully unexpected to the brown coated cameraman, she comfortably embraced him deeply as she promised herself. He was pretty startled by the hug but in due course melted into it and stopped feeling irrationally anxious, her TV head facing the other way indicated a joyful >w< on her secretly flushed and blushed screen, TV woman's cuddle getting more secure and warmer without somehow crushing or hurting him. ".od ot uoy decrof steliot eht tahw retfa neve ,srehto eht did os...einworB uoy dessim l" She held him close to her in the absence of letting go because she didn't want to at all, worrying that this will all happen again and that there's a chance they won't be able to save the brown coated cameraman for a second time. ".enog uoy htiw epoc ot em rof redrah ti edam ecnailla eht rof tepser gniksir efil ruoy dna ,em htiw gnieb srehto htiw neve ecneserp eurt ruoy tuohtiw ylenol ylniatrec tlef tl" He didn't know what to do at all about this, just standing there with impressions of awe during the time he listened to the TV woman. "...ll kniht I-l.kniht I..." She suddenly stopped. After the brief pause with the brown coated cameraman still standing there in wow, her screen showed a blushing o-o when she realized her mistake. "sgniht driew eht fo lla dias I tegrof...tsus .driew dednuos I fi yrros, lanoitome oot elttil a tog I kniht I-" Before she could even finish speaking reverse with the brown coated cameraman already getting an idea of what she would've said, he smoothly took the right corner of her TV head in his left hand and lightly turned it to face him, the TV woman quickly changing her expression to an embarrassed ((0~0)) as he leaned his camera-head down to her. "??einworB" For some short moments, flickering circles of panic appeared around her TV head as her hug began to loosen a little, the TV woman's arms soon lowered to his waist as she got more flustered. The brown coated cameraman didn't quite mind replying nor even caring since he remained carrying on with his actions, moving his cameramouth closer to where the TV woman's would've been until they both gently touched, a brisk blue spark discharged between for as sort of long as they kissed. The two for the most part had a few things in common right now; they both are extremely blushing mentally or expressively, they both are in love, and lastly they both for the most part are kissing the person they're in love with. Fortunately or kind of the least to the others who mostly are secretly watching behind the open hallway door, specifically the plunger cameraman, black camerawoman, and the interrogated cameraman, all walked in to make sort of sure the brown coated cameraman was doing okay or hadn't left yet, only to find this beautiful situation. One idea that popped up in the plunger cameraman's microprocessor was that he should eventually do something similar to this with the black camerawoman.