"When will the human wake, it's been nearly-"
"Nobody asked you to wait for him so leave if you don't want to be here." An obvious irritation rings from the voice.
"That is where you are wrong," the first voice says with an annoying 'matter-of-factly' tone, hinted with sarcasm in it, "For I was requested by Council Gloria to foresee his injury recuperations were a success. I cannot leave until he awakens, I'll wake him myself if I have to so-"
"Touch him and I'll dent your pretty little outfit." In that voice, a frightening sternness can be heard in that one statement along with an equal pitch of mockery that matches whoever the stranger in the room is; the room remains silent but I can tell something happened, movement of some sort as I can hear the rustling of some sort of metal.
I decide to let it be known that I am awake, I take a deep breath and right before I attempt to open my eyes, a sharp pain fills my senses, directing my attention to a wrapped wound around my stomach.
"Kou, you're awake!" Eren, who was already by my bedside, leans onto the side of the bed and looks at me with probing eyes, watching my every move worriedly.
"H-hey guys, what's going on?" I try to pretend I had just woken up, but the pulsating pain makes it hard to put on any kind of act. I look around to see my Handler's huddled around my bed, Eren to my right, Rika on my left and Lillya at the foot of my bed; all eyes staring at me with an uncomfortable intensity.
A tall armored man appears beside Lillya to her left, to which she simply narrows her eyes irritably as if to curse the stranger for being next to her.
"Koubio, I must run some tests to see if your wound is healing correctly. You should know you are at the Core in the Healing Surfaces; although our medicines can heal you more efficiently, it'll still take your body time to heal, since you are the Natural Handler. By the look on your face it seems you didn't know; you being the Natural Handler did not gain heightened healing; only the Given Handlers since their Mercury was blessed by you once they awakened individually. This is part of the main reason the Given have the duty of protecting you, because you dying is worse than them dying."
"Shut up." I interrupt him, cutting him off as he was about to say something else, I glare at him, recognizing him clearly now. The flawless armor, the speech full of sarcasm, the tall build, "I don't care how big you are, Arbror; but these Handlers are worth more to me than anything in this messed up world. If I die it's because I wanted to protect them, not because they didn't protect me! So shut your filthy mouth and don't you ever think about insulting them to my face EVER AGAIN!" Without realizing it I had stood atop the bed and though barely, glared down at him; his face unchanging as if to show how unimpressed he was with my passion. I take a step back and the others help me back down to the bed, covering me up after checking my bandages, a wave of pain begins to build as the slight adrenaline fades from my body.
"You probably just reopened your wound, I'll send someone in to re-stitch and bandage you." He turns to leave, stopping at what would be the doorway if this place had any, "do not mistake my retreat for fear or even sympathy; I simply don't find amusement in killing one whose already almost dead." He turns his head and for the first time I see a grin that's more than full of sarcasm, it's a sadistic grin that is only shown by those who enjoy killing, those who in this world; are Runners. "I enjoy the Hunt, and that is what every Runner can agree upon, the Hunt gives us the most delight over all else, so if we were to ever collide in battle over the target, do not think I will hesitate to kill your Handlers and even you, 'accidentally'." His grin grew larger with each word; I could almost feel the tingling in his body from the growing excitement he felt when speaking of the Hunt.
"Don't listen to him, Kou; he's just like that psychopath, Mo."
"No, I...I think he is different than Mo," I say reluctantly, "not that she isn't bad or anything but, she's definitely different." A figure enters the room, swiftly moving about perfectly avoiding crashing into anything or anyone. Once all the tools are near the bed I see it has no face, its entire body is smooth and plastic-like, and it is a faded black color with nubs for hands. It removes the bandages and reveals that the wound had in fact reopened. I suck in a short breath as the sight makes the pain more realistic. The figure tilts its head up and as if staring at me, raises one 'hand' and softly jabs my neck, I feel confused but then I feel numb.
"I have taken your hurt." It says bluntly, neither male nor female voice can be determined, neither its body shape nor figure can distinguish any form of gender that I know of. Its hand separates into thinner strands, forming what seems like what could be this creature's fingers. It carefully takes each tool and fixes me up, and although Arbror said 'stitch', the method this creature is using seems completely foreign.
As if to see my concern, it tilts its head and explains, "this is the basic form of what you humans know as 'stitches' but it was altered at the Core to fit species of all kinds. I simply added the gelatin, which acts as blood to put back what blood was lost, decontaminating it at the same time; I then close the wound, pull a life-line in the form of a Z over the scar, and apply a developed skin matching your species outermost layer, which camouflages to your skins color. Once the wound is healed, you may peel off the skin and reveal your healed wound." The speech is very robotic, as if some computer is speaking through it, but something tells me that this thing is alive, not a robot.
"What is your name?" I ask curiously, not taking my eyes off it.
"In your tongue, it would be said as, 'Quidna', I am what you would understand as, a Nurse." Even its name is genderless.
"Quidna, that sounds very pretty actually, never heard anything like it." I say almost in a daze, the creature catches my head as it falls back numbly.
"Do not fret, I numbed you through the procedure but the sleeping affect will commence shortly, you will sleep for close to three days to allow the healing to begin."
I slowly nod, desperately trying to stay awake, for I fear sleep for some reason, as I begin to hear my own breathing, I realize I fear sleep because of the awful nightmare I had. I mumble slightly, trying to stay awake but I fail, as the room turns black I hear soft shuffling around me, "must be the others settling down to rest while I sleep." I think to myself, though I'm instantly proved wrong when the familiar noise is suddenly interrupted,
"WORHTLESS PIECE OF SHIT! DIE ALREADY!!"
*SNAP!!*
YOU ARE READING
Holding Everything
AdventureWhat would you do if you found out the hard way, just how weak and small humans were? That when up against a real terror, they would be torn down easily and trampled upon; would you, as a human, still try to do whatever you can to surpass such a thr...
