Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 3: RETURN TO THE BATTLEFIELD Part 4

Fliqpy got out of the cell and locked it behind himself with the dead guy inside, hoping no one will see the difference and won't see through him. He tried walking as calmly as he could down the hallways, towards the exit. He finally saw the door, and still nothing happened. He must've felt lucky. Just as he walked outside and the orange coloured setting sun was seen, he walked through the camp, until he thought no one was watching. He slowly walked into the forest and towards the pick up point. But he froze when he heard the sirens go off in the whole camp. They found him and were chasing him. He broke into a run, while taking the jacket off and tying it around his waist, to cover up the stomach wound even if it wasn't going to do much good. He took out a radio and switched it on.
"HQ, I need backup, NOW! I need the helicopter to pick me up from the pick up point by the -" he was cut off when he suddenly tripped over a root. He scrambled himself to his feet, but saw that the radio was smashed to bits on a rock.
"Son of a bitch!!" He cursed under his breath. He held his arm around his stomach, while he kept on running further. He could already hear the voices close by, soldiers chasing him. But he kept on going hoping that they won't find him at the pick up point since it was quite far, and they didn't know which direction he went in. After roughly twenty minutes he got there and fell right over. He was so exhausted, he could feel himself almost passing out. His body was overheating from the fever and yet went pale from bloodloss. Not mentioning he had no water and food for about four or five days now. He rolled over onto his back and took the knife out. When he saw black spots before his eyes, he cut his hand to keep awake.
Then in the sky he saw the helicopter. His rescue! He had to show them where he was since he didn't have time to do it before the radio broke. He could fire the flare, the bullet that explodes in the air like fireworks, to make them notice him. But it came with risks. The enemies would see it and know his position, he didn't know if the rescue squad would make it in time. And he didn't know if they'd even see it! The uncertainty was huge, but it was his sole option. Now or never, life or death. He took the flare gun he always held hidden in his trousers and thought of his brother, as he leaned against the tree for support. He raised his arm and fired the flare, before falling to the ground. The last things he saw was the bright explosion in the air.

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Flippy was in the middle of training when a solider ran up to him, panting. Flippy stopped to lisen to him. The soldier said that he was wanted at the infirmary. He said that his brother was there. He must have said something more, but Flippy wasn't there to listen.
He was running as fast as he could to the infirmary. He didn't know if he has ever ran this fast before.
When he arrived at the place, he immediately entered. His eyes were scanning the place, searching for his brother. When he finally saw him, his heart stopped. He was there. He was alive. Connected to a lot of machines and asleep, but alive. He approached him, very slowly, like he was scared that he will disappear if he'll go too fast.
When he knelt by the bed, he carefully touched his hand. It was warm and solid. It wasn't a dream. A smile came to his lips for the first time since days. He felt himself shaking, he took his brother's hand into his own and brought it to his forehead. His vision went blurry as his cheek were starting to get wet.

"You're alive... Thank god you're alive..."

His voice was weak and a bit shaky from all the emotions. He felt so relived. He knew he was alive. And now he came back, like he said he would.

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Fliqpy was drifting in and out of consciousness. He felt the people drag him into the helicopter. Screams and voices. Shots fired. He felt it when he was carried on a stretcher. Shouting and commotion. Pain when his wounds were taken care of. He felt the warmth once he was covered with the blankets in the infirmary. But he was still unconscious, he just couldn't wake up. Or did he simply not want to wake up ?
After some more time, which fliqpy didn't remember much from, he woke up. He didn't know if it has been a day or a week, but the first thing he felt was his brother's hand on his. He saw Flippy sitting by him. God, his brother was always there for him. Whenever he needed it, while he always caused him all the suffering. Not to mention how worried he must've been, Fliqpy just couldn't bare seeing him like this sometimes. He couldn't speak much because of the oxygen mask, and he couldn't move much either with all the IV tubes running into his arms, but he only gripped his brother's hand to let him know he was grateful to see him.