Somnium Online

Medic

Leaves drifted slowly to the ground like snowflakes, the trees had been stripped bare of their leaves all around the clearing.

The birds had all fled for safety, leaving the area eerily still. The air itself seemed to be holding it's breath.

She sat motionless, his head cradled in her lap, blood pooled at her knees, and soaked her pants but she didn't notice.

All her attention was focused on one thing, the faint flickering of air between his lips. As long as his lungs still worked, then he was alive.

She heard leaves crunching behind her, was there another player? She laid a hand on the hilt of his sword.

"W-who's there?" She demanded."

Then, figures in blue and white uniforms stepped out of the woods, surrounding the two of them.

"Hands off the vice-commander." A woman ordered, lowering her katana until it was inches from Elizabeth's eye.

Then the women's eyes went wide, and her face grew very pale as she noticed the blood.

It was everywhere, covering his clothes, seeping from dozens of wounds.

"What's wrong Lin?" One of the other soldiers called.

Lin rushed to Eric's side, sheathing her katana. "What the hell did you do to him?" She hissed.

"N-nothing, he...he..."

"Two corpses" another voice announced as a second group of soldiers entered the clearing, "any sign of that idiot of a-"

The leader of the newcomer's voice trailed off as she noticed the fallen Eric.

"What in the?!" She shrieked "Reagan, we need you ASAP!"

A second woman rushed over. Firm hands grabbed Elizabeth and gently pulled her away.

Brian and Alex nodded to each other and silently help the frantic Elizabeth back as the soldier called Reagan knelt beside Eric.

"Is there anything you can do?" Lin asked.

Reagan examined him, "it's serious, but I can buy us some time to get him to a proper infirmary."

Reagan raised her hands over Eric's forehead, and chanted softly. For a moment, nothing happened, but then a soft light trickled from some of Eric's more severe wounds, and they slowly began to close.

After a few seconds, the light faded, and his breathing stabilized.

Abby began shouting out orders, as soldiers scrambled to build a makeshift stretcher and secure a perimeter.

Within the hour, Eric had been loaded onto a wagon and discreetly transported back to Unit A headquarters in the upper class district.

The girl he had been with was locked in a spare room and placed under guard, Anne was looking forward to questioning her later.

But Eric took precedence. So far she hadn't had a single casualty, every operation had gone off without a hitch, and she would be damned if he was going to let him be the first.

Eric felt like he had been thrown out of an airplane over a warzone, crashed through a skyscraper, and been run over by a convoy of elephants for good measure. He was pretty sure he had broken bones he hadn't heard of before, and if he could open his eyes he would be wrapped tighter than an Egyptian mummy.

If he could open his eyes. Even breathing was agony, he couldn't fathom what opening his eyes would do. So he laid there like a dead man quietly wishing someone would invent painkillers already.