Adronitis - spider soccoro x !gn reader

TWO

I'm sitting in the medbay, one of the most high-tech rooms in the main hub building. Because of the MRI machines and operating rooms with the highest-end surgical equipment, the control room in this building is no match for all the technology on this floor.

The clean white walls reflect the already bright fluorescent light around the room. The shiny grey tile floors are spotless. The usual hustle and bustle is gone for today. All supply shipments have been stopped due to the attacks on the transports. The only injuries now are from fights and the idiots who fall down maintenance tunnels or stray into the forest. I can't believe I have more common sense than some of these forty-year-olds.

I'm about to incinerate the box with the used cotton and gauze when Colonel Quaritch walks into the formerly empty room, ducking to get through the human-sized door and straightening again when he's away from the doorway. The ceilings here are tall enough for an avatar to stand in, per protocol, but this room is only equipped to handle humans, while Avatars have their own area in another building.

"Don't do anything with that," he says sharply. "We need to run some tests on that blood. He won't let us get a blood sample from him. He just keeps fighting us." He looks thoroughly annoyed. "Give it here. I'll get..." He trails off, thinking of a name. "Jeremy to extract it or something."

I just stared at him, not really sure how well that would work, but nonetheless I pushed the box along the shiny metal exam table toward him. "Take it." One less thing for me to do today. I wasn't looking forward to emptying the incinerator after. Ash made me sneeze.

He grabbed the box. His expression softened slightly, perhaps grateful for the task being fully taken care of. I watched as he turned and headed towards the door (no words of thanks uttered, but that wasn't surprising), his dark uniform out of place in the white room. Why was he so fixated on this boy, and what did he hope to achieve from running tests on his blood? He still seemed too interested in the boy, but it made sense because he was the closest connection to Sully we'd managed to obtain. Colonel Quaritch is known for his attitude. His presence demands attention. And of course, I respect that. But didn't he have bigger things to worry about?

As he reached the doorway, he paused, turning back momentarily. "Keep me updated on any changes," he instructed. "Keep talking to him. If you try hard enough, maybe he'll spill something we can use." Then without waiting for a response, he was gone, ducking through the frame again.

I glanced down at the empty exam table, now cleared. I turn and flip the switch to the incinerator off. The metal door slides shut, accordion style, closing in on itself, and the chute is sealed off from the rest of the room.

I take a deep breath, returning to my work, when really there is nothing else to be done.

The quiet hum of the medbay fills my ears, and I think back to the boy. What was his name again? Had he even told me? I guess I didn't ask. I swing my legs restlessly.

Leaning back, I let out a sigh, letting my legs fall still. The walls of the medbay are clean and sterile, the air tinged with the faint scent of disinfectant. My eyes catch on the pieces medical equipment arranged along the walls, some embedded into them—monitors, more shiny examination tables, and cabinets filled with supplies.

I stare at the floor and my mind wanders further. Why had I willingly given him information when I knew the risk I was taking? Even with him pointing out that the room where guards were supposed to be waiting was empty, I knew that we were being recorded. Did the Colonel know? Surely he'd reviewed the tapes by now, or at least someone had, and I'd be caught in the act giving information to someone that had just been detained.

The weight of my decision pushed down on me. I replayed the scene in my mind, trying to convince myself that I wouldn't get caught. If I was, what would they do to my dad on the ship? Stop worrying, I scolded myself internally.

I glanced at the closed incinerator, my earlier task now completed. I had handed over the box without protest, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had walked into something bigger, something that had to do with the Colonel's interest in the boy and the boy himself. The boy whose name I hadn't even bothered to ask. How stupid am I? That should have been the first thing I tried to ask him about.

And now I'm stuck in the middle of something. His connection to Sully had to be important enough for us to capture him, but who was this guy? Would I even be able to get anything out of him?

Intrigue entered my mind. I thought back to his appearance in the room. His clothing, or really the lack of, showed he saw himself as one of the Na'vi. His hair and the stripes painted all over him showed that too. Surely there had to be more humans with the Na'vi if he was there. Or maybe he was stolen? He seemed to be around my age, so that couldn't be it. They wouldn't have had a chance to do so. Was he undercover or something, and we were supposed to bring him here so they had someone on the inside? What if it all was a trap and he was the bait? Come to think of it, I didn't even know how we'd gotten him in the first place.

Was he just a pawn in a larger game, or did he hold secrets that could put us ahead in the race to find Sully?

this will be edited, i literally just finished it. sorry it's so short! i've been so busy these past few months but fingers crossed i can keep updating more i've actually had a writing schedule planned out for these past few days.

thanks for reading!

-somepoets