Hello, Brother. (A Ninjago Fanfic)

Discoveries

Hey guys, I forgot to add how the ninja discovered that baby was master Wu, so I kinda had to improvise. Well, enjoy and stay awesome! 😁🎦🐉

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Zane's P.O.V.:

"Hello Zane." An old man said he helped me to walk.

"Who am I?" I asked him.

"You are Zane, you are built to protect others that cannot protect themselves." He answered. "Do you feel ok?"

"Yes I... I..."

The memory started to fade as I came back into reality. I suddenly felt a major migraine-like feeling in the my head and I held it in pain. I looked around and I was still on the bounty with my friends.

"We have to warn Lloyd. Now!" Nya exclaimed.

"I will help you." I offered as I stood up, clinching my wound.

"Zane, you don't look so good." Nya said as she comforted me. "We better have Pixal take a look at you."

"I'll go get her." Jay said running out of the room.

"You ok?" Nya asked me.

"Yes I am f-fine." I lied. "Do not worry about me, go help Lloyd. He is in danger."

"Jay and Kai and are already on that." She assured me. "Cole and I are gonna get the bounty in the air so we can go pick them up once they find him."

"Ok." I said.

Pixal ran into the room and then Nya left to go fix the ship. I wanted to help my friends, but I just wasn't feeling like myself at the moment.

Pixal's P.O.V.:

I grabbed a couple of tools and I began to repair Zane. I was welding his medal back together where he had cut it. I could tell Zane wanted to help, but he was in no condition too.

"My friends... they are in d-danger." Zane said as he tried to get up.

"Please stay still Zane. I'm almost done." I set him back down.

I continued repairing the cut on his chest. I could tell he was more hurt than he was letting on. He was glitching more and more, forgetting his words and he keeps refusing to receive help or repairs from anyone. I knew this was the only way I could get him to cooperate.

"Ok, that should hold for now." I finished the repairs.

"Thank you." Zane said. "Can I p- please go help my friends now?"

"In a minute, I would like to make sure that there is no lasting damage to your neural-processor first." I insisted.

"But my friends..."

"They will be fine." I assured him. "But you will not be unless you let me help."

"Fine." He sighed.

"Thank you."

I used my scanner to scan all of his internal and external systems. It seemed that my first hypothesis was correct and his neural systems had received extensive damage and it was causing his anxiety levels to rise. I could not tell if there was any permanent damage, but I knew it wouldn't be an easy fix.