[This story was already posted inside the Paulsworld stories, so if you've already read it you don't need to read it again ]
there is touching without consent. And also sawing off ... limbs .
It was a normal day in the infirmary like any other . People were getting injured by richoeting bullets in the firing rang , sure , but that was it . Nothing too serious in Ryan's opinion .
He was about twenty six years old at the time (making Pat twenty three , since Ryan and Logan are three years older than him ) and was still pretty childish at the time , and he was actually a whole lot nicer then . He had his moments though , but they weren't as often as they are now .
Ryan was just patching up a soldier at the time when the Irishman was called down to the torture room , which already made him uneasy . He hated going in that room for an obvious reason , but he couldn't ignore Pat's orders . So he put down his equipment and told an assistant soldier to finish up for him before leaving the medical bay , thinking to himself .
Why did pat need him down there ? Surely Ryan didn't do anything that couldve landed him ... there . He couldn't think of anything he did recently that could have done that .
On his way to the room , Ryan had to pass the lab , which out of dull curiosity Ryan peeked inside . He could see soldiers bustling about inside , trying their best to avoid any delicate things on the tables. He couldn't see Logan at the time , but he presumed he was probably checking on the monsters that were in another room of the lab.
Ryan then continued his way down, eventually reaching the room he had been called to . It was dark in the hallway for it , causing Ryan to glance around in slight fear . No , he wasn't scared of the dark , but the things ... In , the dark . He's always had a fear of that .
Walking up to door that led inside, Ryan once again glanced around and shuffled a bit in place before opening the door , it letting out a rather audible creak since it was not a newer door like the ones upstairs .
He peeked inside the lit room , first spotting his leader before spotting someone strapped down to the table in the middle . Ryan couldn't see their face at the time due to Patryck's position .
"Ah!"
Patryck rather quickly noticed Ryan enter, turning his head so he could look down at Ryan . The medic was about two heads shorter than Patryck at the time , so Patryck had to look down unless he wanted to crouch. "Finally ." Patryck huffed and crossed his arms , causing Ryan to lightly scowl . It's not his fault that this room was all the way on the ..
Hell it wasn't even on the last floor . This entire base was built on top of an underground base and that base was absolutely massive to the one built atop it . It was really deep for an underground base .
"Sir , why was I called ?" Ryan finally asked with a sigh , causing Pat to grin .
"Well , I need you to chop someones arm off ." The Polack replied , causing Ryan to blink . He was pretty used to cutting off limbs , but he could have just cut it off in the infirmary if it was infected or something . At least he had anesthesia in there .
Maybe Pat was trying to kill the dude . What did Ryan know , anyways ? It was his boss for fucks sake . He's messed up .
"Well alright ." Ryan muttered in response , not entirely sure about cutting off a guys limb in the torture room . "But shouldnt we take 'em to the infirmary ? It would be a lot more clean and he could be medicated for the pain ." Ryan suggested right after , though Pat shook his head.
"Well why don't you get a look at your patient , hm ~ ? " Pat tilted his head , causing Ryan to perk a brow in slight confusion .
"...Aiight ..." Ryan then took a few steps forward , glancing to the face of the soldier.
Ryan's face quickly turned pale , instantly recognizing the person there .
That was ...
That was Logan .
Ryan looked back to Patryck with fear in his eyes, confused and scared now about cutting off his lovers arm . Though , he looked back to Logan , grabbing the arm that was to be cut off . He could tell that it was that one because the sleeve was rolled up , and was the only one that was strapped down to the table . Moving the arm as much as he could Ryan could , he tried to find an infection . There didn't seem to be any damage to the arm besides fading self harm scars , causing Ryan to furrow his brows .
"Sir , ai don't see any infection ... " Ryan mumbled , still trying to find anything wrong with Logan's arm . Speaking of Logan , his mouth was ductaped , so Ryan couldn't speak to him at all .
