sorry its been so long, with the holidays and all that nonsense (not saying that the holidays are stupid). But now i can go back to writing the next chapter of my fanfic. New Title coming soon. it will link in to Military Matters. Anyway, here is my newest chapter.
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Chapter 7
Rough Words
Admeet and Zaypher finally arrived at the medical centre. The two peered through one of the windows in a clinic; Vankor struggled and moaned on the operating theatre. Deep wounds in Vankor’s skin oozed out crimson blood; soon the table was covered with the thick liquid. “Keep the blood from pouring out of the wounds” shouted one of the medics. A few Interns plodded over towards Vankor and placed some translucent pipes in the wounds. The blood drained through the pipes and into a large metal canister. One of the medics came out of the infirmary door and stood beside Admeet and Zaypher.
“He’s in a terrible condition” said the medic quietly, “though he will recover”. “Do you think he may be pulled out from action for life?” asked Admeet anxiously. “There is a possibility that he may heal enough to fight another day, but I doubt if that would happen” replied the medic. “I need to go in the infirmary and see if I can speak to him” said Admeet. “Ok but you need to be aware of Vankor’s condition, any slight pressure on those wounds could cause a huge internal spasm; the pain would be unbearable” said the medic as he opened the door into the infirmary. Admeet stepped into the infirmary and the Interns stepped away from the table and controlled the various apparatus surrounding the table. Admeet Stood beside Vankor and peered into the struggling Slig’s eyes. Vankor looked back in agony, his eyes barely opening; just narrow slits could be seen. “What happened out there” asked Admeet very softly. Vankor began to breathe heavily; a sign that he was about to say something. “Scrabs, water, couldn’t save myself” Whispered Vankor coughing out small lumps of flesh in the middle of every word. His breathing was terrible; he couldn’t cough without spilling blood onto the table. “He’s bleeding internally” said Admeet to one of the Interns. The other Interns quickly gathered around Vankor and quickly sedated him. “Hopefully with Vankor sedated, he shouldn’t cough out any blood and the drug should heal the wounds in his organs and vessels” said the medic outside to Zaypher. Admeet soon came through the door and joined Zaypher and the medic. “Some conversation” said Zaypher with a quiet chuckle. Admeet looked through the window. He was determined to find that water source and save the complex from mass dehydration. “I must set up an expedition to find this water source” said Admeet. “Are you crazy” yelled Zaypher, “you can’t just walk into those caves without suitable protection; you’ll be eviscerated by the Paramites if you don’t”. “I know” said Admeet, “but for some reason, I’m not scared of them, even if they will hunt me down”. “Well okay but you’ll have to be very careful in those caves, you may never know what your up against” said Zaypher. “I always know what I’m up against, you just have to look closely” said Admeet. And with that, Admeet and Zaypher walked out of the infirmary and down to the armoury. Admeet would know that he would be doing a huge favour; a favour that would save the inhabitants of the military complex.
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