Behind the Mask - a paperhat story

Chapter 8

Black Hat's p.o.v

      I rushed Flug back to the infirmary (that almost completely white room) and laid him on a medical bed. Now, I had two options: magic, or stitches. Either way, I'd have to remove his bag. I gently gripped the top of the bag, listening to it crinkle. I slowly tried to pull it up off his head, but stopped and immediately let go. He gripped my wrist, tightly.

      I hissed and removed my wrist from his grip. I watched him for a bit, every move. How is he still awake, let alone ALIVE?! He then sat up. I was beginning to question myself if he really was human.

      "I'll go drink that health potion now, if it's still in your office, that is," he said.

      I just stared for a bit, "… sure…?" I sort of half asked.

      He got up and left the room. Oh, yeah! Demencia and 5.0.5! "Flug! Get some to 5.0.5 and Demencia!" I yelled out to him. I sighed as I heard a 'yes sir' as an answer.

      I was confused. Why was my scientist acting out of character like this?

Dr. Flug's p.o.v

      I got to Black Hat's office and grabbed the red potion on his desk, taking a sip. I felt the wound slowly regenerate the lost bits of my skull, the torn flesh, and replace the lost blood. I then walked down the halls, heading for Demencia and 5.0.5, potion in hand. When I got to them, I pried both their mouths open. I sat them both up against the wall and made them drink some of the potion. After, I left them to recover.

      I sat in the lab the rest of the day, working. I'm guessing black Hat was either thinking or doing paperwork in his office. Demencia and 5.0.5 were probably still healing, of course. I just hope this doesn't happen again. I was lucky enough to have him save me, otherwise I really would be dead...

      "You know you can't get rid of me, Flug~"