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"It's good to see you, frie- what the hell happened to you?!"
You look down at yourself. You see scratches, bruises and hole in your diving gear.
Oh, right.
Weird things happen to you when Eyefestation sees its pray. Your brain seems to be hypnotized, random voices in your head daring you to look at it.
"Look. Into. Its. Eyes." "Don't you want to see something beautiful?" "Your prison gear will explode unless you look. into. its. eyes."
Once -or if- you do, you start attacking yourself. You scratch your skin, punch yourself, and sometimes bash your head against the wall. Bruises and scratches all over your body, and once you leave the room is when you start feeling the pain. It's like Eyefestation manipulates your brain when you directly look at it, and the only thing you can do is fight back the urge to look at it.
Usually, you're very good at controlling situations with Eyefestation. The problem was that you had your beacon in your right hand, and you got startled by its presence.
FLASH
...Shit.
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Shocking how you're alive right now.
"Yeah, Eye...gah." You grunt in pain mid-sentence. You were really strong - that's what you like to think- which in general is good. Not in this case though. Maybe cutting your nails would've solved this. "Eyefestation... nothing out of the ordinary."
You to look through your bag. More specifically, you try to find your bag.
Another '...Shit'.
You dropped the bag with assets somewhere along the run. Probably when you were being hypnotized.
Your plan was to get killed, revive, and then come back with whatever assets you'll find again.
"I'll just... go get myself killed by... I don't know. Whoever can reach me first." You tell Sebastian.
Speaking of him, he looks... mortified?
Hasn't he admitted he's seen your corpse before? Why is this triggering him?
"Just... just take this." He says that while sliding the med kit to you. "On the house, if you will."
That's awfully nice of him. You want to accept it but, you're a little too hurt to repair the damages you've caused on yourself. Reviving would be easier in this case. For you, and your pain tolerance.
Well, it was awfully painful both ways.
"I can't move my arms so I can't really do much with it. I appreciate it though!" You try to crack a smile, but it ends up looking as if your about to pass out from the pain.
Why was it so bad?
You hear an audible sigh. 'I can't believe I'm going to do this' kind of sigh from him.
"I'll help."
He'll... huh?
"Get on the table, I don't want to break my back."
You look at him, dumbfounded. A wave of pain makes you snap back into reality. You hesitantly get on top the table.
He grabs the med kit, bring it closer, and grabs some alcohol to ensure no infections, some bandages and some kind of pill. Probably a painkiller.
"Take this," he hands you the pill "and stay still."
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You hiss in pain at the alcohol on your open wounds, but his cold hands almost sooth the area. Almost.
"Done, you can stop being a little crybaby now."
The bandages look like they've been professionally placed, and the pain is almost gone for good. Again, almost.
"Thank you... what was the reason for this though?"
You're very confused. I mean, you're not complaining.
This shows he does care for you in some way.
"Consider it a thank you." He says with a smile.
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"Don't drop the assets next time, they're valuable, you know."
Aaaand he's back.
Although, you can't complain. This was painful but also nice.
You look over at his third arm, the one that's the lowest. You see it's covered in bandages at the wrist.
You point at it.
"Yeah, I learnt to take care of wounds since they wouldn't after each test." He says the last part a little more annoyed. He really doesn't like the topic. Neither do you. "You would think that if they were to do experiments, they would at least patch me up afterwards, right?"
He sees you visibly get sad at that.
Wow... they really didn't care, did they?
"...What have they done to you, Sebastian?" It's not really a question. More of a statement.
You feel this growing guilt build up inside you. He's probably not felt cared for in so long... wait. What are you doing-
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Did you just HUG him?
