The masked medics onsite began to unwrap the bandages on the female penguin Hannah found earlier, and layered them with cleaner ones.
"She'll be fine, just give us a few weeks to let the stitches seal up, alright?" asked one of the anonymous doctors.
"Alright," Hannah breathed a sigh of relief.
"They're- Done?" the patient asked.
"Yes Vic, and thank god, you lost so much blo-" Hannah was cut off by a scream from Vic.
"DON'T SAY WHAT I LOST~! It-It'll only call him back...!!" Vic whimpered, squeezing Hannah's flipper.
"Shhh... There there, the pain is gone, and he can't touch you now, you're alright," Hannah promised, letting Vic squeeze her flipper tensely.
Vic breathed deeply, slowly relaxing her vice-like grip on Hannah's flipper. Upon removing her flipper, Vic noticed that Hannah's flipper was bleeding where she had grabbed it.
"I- I'm sorry Hannah.. You alright?" Vic asked apologetically.
"The question is, are YOU alright? He didn't do anything else did he?" asked Hannah.
"No..." Vic responded weakly.
"Tell me everything that happened," Hannah requested calmly.
"Well, I heard of what was going on here, in the city, with The Kid and whatnot, and decided to help you. I had a pistol and body armor on me when I came over just in case, I saw your office, and walked over. Out of the dark alley on the way... He-... He grabbed me, and shushed me as I screamed, gagging me with his flipper... I bit him.. He merely scoffed it off and threw me on the ground...." Vic responded, trying to take a deep breath.
"He didn't touch you in any inappropriate way, did he?" asked Hannah with concern.
"No... I grabbed my pistol and shot at him, I missed the first two times out of fear, and hit his chest four times, until I realized he had a bulletproof vest on... I was gonna shoot his head when he stomped on my flipper and got really close to my face..." Vic whimpered.
Hannah gestured her to continue, getting her a glass of water.
"All he said was: "Sorry babe, but I don't like the way you're carrying that gun", and took my pistol, then ripped off my body armor and smashed my face into the sidewalk, then wrapped me in barbed wire... Then all I remember is being in pain for almost an eternity, then you found me..." Vic weeped softly.
"Good god... I'm so sorry Vic.." said Hannah.
"It's fine.. Just don't let him do that to me again..." Vic begged.
"I promise, believe me, I've see pain from him before, first Lilly's legs in that explosion snapped, then Kowalski gets carved up, then Private gets stabbed.. Now you get wrapped in barbed wire..." Hannah looked into emptiness as she thought deeper into what could happen.
Vic then wiped her tears, feeling her face grow cold in hate.
"I'm going to fucking torture him... I'll break every bone in his body, then stab him until he looks like a bloody Swiss cheese.. Then I'll rip out his sorry ass eyes and eat them..." Vic's flippers clenched into the bed, ripping a little bit of fabric.
"Hey, calm down... You still need to heal.." Hannah looked at her with concern.
Vic then reached her bandages, then proceeded to rip them off until only a couple layers covered her wounds.
"I don't need all the extra weight..." Vic growled, forcibly snatching her cap from Hannah.
"What lies ahead though.. Could be dangerous, or even fatal," Hannah warned.
"Fatality is my bitch..." Vic hissed softly.
"She'll be fine, just give us a few weeks to let the stitches seal up, alright?" asked one of the anonymous doctors.
"Alright," Hannah breathed a sigh of relief.
"They're- Done?" the patient asked.
"Yes Vic, and thank god, you lost so much blo-" Hannah was cut off by a scream from Vic.
"DON'T SAY WHAT I LOST~! It-It'll only call him back...!!" Vic whimpered, squeezing Hannah's flipper.
"Shhh... There there, the pain is gone, and he can't touch you now, you're alright," Hannah promised, letting Vic squeeze her flipper tensely.
Vic breathed deeply, slowly relaxing her vice-like grip on Hannah's flipper. Upon removing her flipper, Vic noticed that Hannah's flipper was bleeding where she had grabbed it.
"I- I'm sorry Hannah.. You alright?" Vic asked apologetically.
"The question is, are YOU alright? He didn't do anything else did he?" asked Hannah.
"No..." Vic responded weakly.
"Tell me everything that happened," Hannah requested calmly.
"Well, I heard of what was going on here, in the city, with The Kid and whatnot, and decided to help you. I had a pistol and body armor on me when I came over just in case, I saw your office, and walked over. Out of the dark alley on the way... He-... He grabbed me, and shushed me as I screamed, gagging me with his flipper... I bit him.. He merely scoffed it off and threw me on the ground...." Vic responded, trying to take a deep breath.
"He didn't touch you in any inappropriate way, did he?" asked Hannah with concern.
"No... I grabbed my pistol and shot at him, I missed the first two times out of fear, and hit his chest four times, until I realized he had a bulletproof vest on... I was gonna shoot his head when he stomped on my flipper and got really close to my face..." Vic whimpered.
Hannah gestured her to continue, getting her a glass of water.
"All he said was: "Sorry babe, but I don't like the way you're carrying that gun", and took my pistol, then ripped off my body armor and smashed my face into the sidewalk, then wrapped me in barbed wire... Then all I remember is being in pain for almost an eternity, then you found me..." Vic weeped softly.
"Good god... I'm so sorry Vic.." said Hannah.
"It's fine.. Just don't let him do that to me again..." Vic begged.
"I promise, believe me, I've see pain from him before, first Lilly's legs in that explosion snapped, then Kowalski gets carved up, then Private gets stabbed.. Now you get wrapped in barbed wire..." Hannah looked into emptiness as she thought deeper into what could happen.
Vic then wiped her tears, feeling her face grow cold in hate.
"I'm going to fucking torture him... I'll break every bone in his body, then stab him until he looks like a bloody Swiss cheese.. Then I'll rip out his sorry ass eyes and eat them..." Vic's flippers clenched into the bed, ripping a little bit of fabric.
"Hey, calm down... You still need to heal.." Hannah looked at her with concern.
Vic then reached her bandages, then proceeded to rip them off until only a couple layers covered her wounds.
"I don't need all the extra weight..." Vic growled, forcibly snatching her cap from Hannah.
"What lies ahead though.. Could be dangerous, or even fatal," Hannah warned.
"Fatality is my bitch..." Vic hissed softly.
This is my very first poem... please don't laugh
Feathers of grey, eyes of blue and green
She is around
day in, day out always following orders
without doubt. She works so hard everyday
without rest, Always tired by the end of the day and showing her team she is strong.
Can she fight, can she fight? can she win?
I think she can, I think she can. She has feelings of love for another
on the team with a mowhawk of onyx and eyes of blue.
All in all, she is a fellow soldier. A fellow cammando who is merely doing her duty
She is a soldier of combat with strengths that run deep, a protector of her friends, her team...
Feathers of grey, eyes of blue and green
She is around
day in, day out always following orders
without doubt. She works so hard everyday
without rest, Always tired by the end of the day and showing her team she is strong.
Can she fight, can she fight? can she win?
I think she can, I think she can. She has feelings of love for another
on the team with a mowhawk of onyx and eyes of blue.
All in all, she is a fellow soldier. A fellow cammando who is merely doing her duty
She is a soldier of combat with strengths that run deep, a protector of her friends, her team...
