Dream 010 ✖
Frank lay across an operating table, staring straight up at the lamp overhead. The bright light shining down on his nearly naked body (save for the tight-fitting pair of black shorts), the room completely dark around him. He kept his eyes focused on the light, ignoring the pounding in his head. There was a large bump on his forehead, bruises forming around his eye and temple. His nose seemed to have been broken and already set; it continued to bleed though. He wasn't paying it any mind.
Through the corner of his eye he could see her, his doctor, working on him. Three bullets coated in blood lay in a small tray next to her as she leaned over him, medical pliers in hand, digging another out from below his collar bone.
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The pliers dropped the bullet into the tray.
"I suppose even Perfect Soldiers get hit sometimes..." Elisa cooed, dipping the end of the pliers in disinfectant before she went for another bullet hole, right beneath his rib cage and above his stomach.
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That was the last of them. Five shots. The man who did this to the perfect soldier was good. Nobody survived an encounter with Null until now. The young doctor ran her fingers through the boy's short, pale hair.
"You can get up now, Null... I'm finished"
Frank sat up, blood spurting out of the wounds in his chest. He was quickly greeted by the young doctor leaning over and kissing the bump on his forehead. His stoic expression remained.
"I... I can cauterize the bullet wounds if you'd like. And give you something to stop your headache, or--" Elisa began, trying to urge the perfect soldier to lay back down but Frank moved off the table and to his feet. A very slight wobble in his step from the blood loss, he walked over to the coffin-shaped tank in the middle of the room.
"...You don't have to go back in yet..." Elisa murmured, sounding almost defeated. Frank slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the woman. Empty eyes gazed at her for just a moment before turning back to that black box and sliding the lid off.
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*He wakes up and brings a hand down to just below his rib cage, where that last bullet was taken out in his dream. He keeps his hand there for a moment before reaching over to pick his Dreamberry up, fastening the screen to one of the suspenders of his uniform. His head turns to look at someone off-screen.*
Tetsu, it's time for our patrol.