Finally Mine (Damianya) (Twiyor)

Escape

Warning: a longer chapter than usual

Sitting on a chair in the clinic at headquarters, Anya was holding her hand out for the nurse who was currently wrapping it up in a bandage.

The woman was scolding her ear off but Anya wasn't really listening, her mind wandering elsewhere as she sat there, playing with the hem of her long sleeve.

"Forger-san!" The nurse called out, obviously irritated with her inattentiveness.

The pinkette's head snapped up, flinching at the tone of voice.

"What did I just say?!" The blonde nurse dropped her hand that had bandages hanging loosely from it and placed her own hands at her hips, glaring down at the teenager.

Anya stayed silent, biting her lip as she lowered her gaze out of guilt.

The blonde sighed in frustration but picked up Anya's arm once more, grabbing the end of the white cloth and wrapping it properly around her wrist.

"I said you should be more careful." She repeated, voice soft and gentle, a contrast to her earlier tone.

"Out of everyone in this agency you come here more often than anyone else." She pointed out, eyes trained on what she was currently doing.

"I suppose I do. I can't help it though. I'm given the more dangerous tasks. Injuries are inevitable." Anya says, glancing down at her hand.

She had unintentionally grabbed the blade of the knife her target was aiming at her and ended up with a pretty deep cut.

"Why is that? You're only 15, aren't you?"

"I'm only a few badges away from being a master assassin and deputy of the operatives."

"Hm. Your ranking is oddly high for someone so young." The nurse commented absentmindedly as she secured the end of the bandage around Anya's wrist.

When she was done, she let go of her hand and stepped back to look at the teenager properly.

"Make sure you clean that everyday. Change the bandages too." The blonde instructed, walking towards a cabinet across the room in search of something.

She grabbed a bottle from one of the shelves and went back to Anya after closing the doors.

"If it starts throbbing, just take these painkillers. But don't take more than 3 pills a day and don't take multiple at the same time." She advised, handing the medicine over to the telepath.

Anya nodded, reading the label on the bottle.

"Don't put any weight on your hand for a little while. Try to use it as little as possible. The stitches could open and start bleeding." The nurse said sternly, knowing that Anya had a tendency to be stubborn.

Anya rolled her eyes but didn't say anything more, waiting for the blonde to finish her form so she could leave.

Closing the pen, the nurse removed the medical form from her clipboard and handed it to the pinkette.

Medical forms were a mandatory procedure in WISE. The nurses or doctors give them to you after a treatment.

You have to give it to your department head or anyone who has authority over you and they get it placed in your record.

It's so you have a list of your medical history if you're physically unwell.

It also tells your boss if you're still fit to go on missions or what level of mission should they give you.

"I'm serious. If the stitches open, that cut could get infected. Which means that there's a chance your hand could get amputated depending on the circumstances." The nurse warned, giving Anya a 'do you understand' look.