A Series of One-Shots

ComSyn: Panic!! Panic!!

Warning: My own universe, includes cursing

Cucucio never really panicked. Sure, he could get nervous but he wouldn't necessarily freak out. He was calm and nonchalant, like that one asshole who doesn't give a shit about anything. Down where he lived, caring wasn't something you often saw. Thing about him is that he cared about his sister Taliah a lot. So if she were to die he would probably fall into a pit of despair.

Of course, Taliah liked fighting and often found it her duty to protect everyone in the Geoter, so she got injured a lot. Luckily, she was a goddess so she couldn't technically die. there was also the fact that the Alements would protect her no matter what the cost. Unfortunately there was the fact that if Taliah's soul was fatally injured, she would go into a deep sleep for a very long time.

Lo and behold, that was exactly what was going to happen. That exact thought crossed Cucucio's mind as he picked up Taliah's broken and bloody body, that very thought hitting him like a shit-ton of fucking bricks. Right now, he was panicking as he looked at the hairline web of cracks that decorated her soul, and the jewel of the necklace she wore.

Cucucio dashed back to the village, avoiding the corpses of the floor and passing be some of the onlookers. He clutched Taliah as dread started to sink into his heart. He was scared shitless right now, and he could not do a single fucking thing. Cucucio felt a chill as he ran into the dark cave leading to the village. His footsteps echoed through the hallway as he entered into the massive cavern that held most of everyone.

He clenched his teeth as he ran past all the houses decorating the walls. He caught a quick glance at Xith-r and Lusho arguing before taking a sharp right. Cucucio ran through the built metal cave, his heart tightening as the previous thought hit him once once more. His breathing labored as he ran faster, knowing every second Taliah was slowly slipping away.

The metal doors in front of him slid open as he was greeted at the sight of an empty, white room with a robot sitting at a desk in between where the doors to the lab/hospital was. "I need to see Dr. Velijuh," He replied to the questioning look the attendant gave him in what was possibly the nicest voice he had ever used in his life.

The attendant then fucking glared at him, and he felt his anger rise. "Excuse me, but it is quite rude to barge in and then demand that you need to see one of the most famous and busiest doctor in the underground." The attendant exaggerated every fucking word, and Cucucio didn't have any fucking time to be dealing with this absolute, motherfucking bullshit.

"Well ex-fucking-cuse me, but I thin it'd be rude if you let the motherfucking rein-fucking-carnated soul of the goddess die because I don't have a goddamn fucking reservation because I can't tell the future!" He snapped, watching as the realization spread across the attendant's face, and then the expected fear.

The attendant started shaking in fear before pointing to the left and stuttering, "Take t-the elevator to the f-fifth floor, where D-Dr. Velijuh is i-in room 569." Cucucio darted off to the elevator and slammed the down button with his wrist, shifting his arms and tapping his foot. He heard the ding and shot inside, hitting the fifth floor button.

Taliah shuddered and curled up in his arms. The cuts that ran over her face, arms, legs, and torso had stopped bleeding, and honestly weren't that fatal. What was worrying was that she had overexerted herself while fighting the surface dwellers. Combined with her previous wounds, it was a surprise she had managed to defeat the almost overpowering number of them, let alone have the strength to summon her power.

Cucucio's train of thought was halted by another ding from the elevator, signaling he was on the fifth floor. He dashed out of the elevator, past the scientists and doctors before skidding to a stop in front of room 569. Cucucio opened the door outwards, cursing the difficulty of holding someone while doing so. Dr. Velijuh gasped when she looked up from her desk and hurriedly jogged over to him. She motioned towards the door to the right and Cucucio opened it, dumping Taliah onto the operating table.

He swallowed at how pale she looked, how slow and short her breathing seemed to be. He grasped her hand, realizing how sweaty and shaken he was. 'She's going to be fine. She going to be fine,' Cucucio repeated, 'Remember, she can't die. She won't die. She going to be fine.' Dr. Velijuh entered, and they both took a deep breath, readying themselves.

[Something some things are impossible.]

Cucucio groaned as he sat down on the bench, rubbing his exhausted eyes with his hands. He stayed there the entire time Dr. Velijuh healed Taliah's soul. She managed to get rid of most of the cracks, but some still remained and Taliah needed to rest. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Xith-r, a concerned look on his monitor. Cucucio scooted over and allowed the robot to sit next to him. They sat in silence, watching as the other various types of civilians passed by them. An eerie feeling seemed to loom over all of them. They were all concerned about Taliah.

"This isn't like you," Xith-r whispered, "You're usually so snarky and jerkish." Cucucio groaned once again and let his hands fall to his side. He stood from the bench and stretched his arms, looking forward with determination. Xith-r was right; this wasn't him at all. Cucucio sprinted towards the lab, a smile starting to grow.

He found himself in front of Dr. Velijuh's door, fist poised to knock. He shook his head and instead slammed the door open, slamming to closed. He spared a glance at her before opening the resting room to the left. Pastel colors of blue and purple filled the walls and ceiling. He marched over to the bed where Taliah laid. The white and pastel yellow sheets were pulled up to her chin. A heart monitor kept track of her heart and soul.

Cucucio pulled up a chair and sat, crossing his arms and glaring at Taliah's pale figure. "You better not fucking leave me." He said. "You owe me for making actually panic for your fucking life." He held her hand and squeezed it. Any minute now; he knew it. And it indeed happened. A slight change in the heart monitor, a slight twitch, and Cucucio knew. She was going to be fine.

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