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Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving	By : ElliotMacy Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Winning Can Be Painful
Ajay was the first off the transport ship and into the hanger. Her pace was swift through the building as everyone else lingered behind her. Her victory was a narrow one, in fact it almost felt like a loss. Ajay just wanted to get to the conference room and get debriefing over with so that she could go home. She didn’t feel like celebrating and it didn’t seem like anyone else did either.
The tension in the transport ship had been thick and it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to even approach the new Legend. She still didn’t even know what his real name was or even what his arena name was. She would have to ask Makoa or Bloodhound when she got around to it. At the moment she really didn’t care what his name was. She more or less just cared about what he did to her. Maybe she was just overreacting and it was just the arena screwing up.
The debriefing didn’t take long; it usually didn’t for her anyway. Ajay quickly changed back into here civilian clothes via the clothing screen. She wore black baggy pants, a black tank, and a black loose fitting hoodie with the hood pulled over her head. She grabbed her backpack, making sure D.O.C. was secured in the bag, before throwing the backpack over her shoulder. She made a quiet exit from HQ, avoiding everyone on the way out.
Her body shivered as the cool night air rushed against her face. She was glad to have warm clothing on. She clutched her left side as she hurried down the street to the liquor store. She seemed to know exactly where all of the liquor stores were located in the city. She left the liquor store with the largest bottle of rum that she could find.
As she neared her apartment her head began to spin. She pushed forward and managed to make it to her apartment door where she pounded her passcode into the pin pad. The numeric pad for the passcode wasn’t necessarily tricky to navigate but when everything was spinning it did become a challenge. Ajay put her code in several times before she finally got it right. She flung the door open as she got inside.
She released D.O.C. to roam the apartment while she took two pills out of her pill bottle and tossed her backpack down on the floor next to the door. She kicked off her shoes by the door and started towards her bedroom with her pills in one hand and her bottle of rum in the other. She stopped for a moment as the dark hallway looked longer than it should of. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall as she pried the bottle of rum open. She tossed the pills into her mouth and washed them down with a gulp of the delicious rum.
Her free hand found the wall and used it to balance and guide her to her bedroom. She was able to take a few more sips of rum before she made it to her room. Glaring light filled the room as she flipped the switch on for the lights. Her head pounded as she willed her body to make it to the corner of the room where she dropped to the floor in front of a body length mirror. She took another drink of rum before setting the bottle down and crawling over to her bed.
The wood floor was cold beneath her and sent chills across her body as she laid down on her stomach and reached underneath the bed. She pulled out a first aid kit and pushed it over to the bottle of rum by the mirror. She shimmied out of her pants and crawled back over to the mirror where sat down in front of it in only her hoodie and her panties. She grabbed the bottle of rum and took a long drink before setting the bottle back down. She sighed and pulled her hoodie off. She then began the rigorous process of removing her tank top from body.
The blood soaked tank top proved difficult to remove as she peeled it away from her skin. She held back tears as she finally got the semi-dried fabric off of her body. She peered in the mirror over her body as she sat in just black lace panties and black bra, which was partially soaked in blood. On the left side of her chest, just above her 7^th and 8^th rib, was the source of her bleeding. She knew that the arena could leave physical wounds but this particular laceration was large and would require stitches.
Ajay was not one to go the hospital unless she was working there. The last time that she went to the hospital he was there and it was heartbreaking. Ever since then, she just couldn’t bring herself to set foot inside of a hospital. She would just have to take care of this laceration on her own but if she took care of it on her own then she couldn’t report it to Apex. She didn’t want to report it and have to sit out a match.
She again looked at her laceration in the mirror to assess what supplies she would need to patch herself up. Crimson rolled down her left side and onto the wood floor. “Great. That will leave a stain.” Just one more thing to worry about. On top of everything she felt like she let her team down because they had narrowly won the match. The feeling of worry and defeat flooded her body.
She knew that she wasn’t nearly as skilled as her teammates. All that she could do was drop care packages, heal teammates, pickup teammates fast, and heal 25% faster than another other Legend. She was nothing special. She could be useful at times but she didn’t feel very tactical like her other teammates. Maybe someday she could be as good as the other Legends. She would just have to keep practicing and working hard.
The first aid kit wasn’t just a standard kit, it was something that Ajay had slapped together for her own personal needs. It was outfitted with items that she knew that she would use for herself or for others. Since she knew that she would need stitches she removed the suture kit and opened it. She began to thread a crescent shaped needle with medical thread. The left side of her body started to feel numb; it wasn’t a good sign but it definitely would make it less painful to stitch together.
She pulled out a pack of gauze, scissors, a bottle of saline, telfa (a non-adherent dressing), and tape. She pulled her hoodie over to her left side to catch some of the blood that was seeping from her body. She took another drink of rum; a little sad that she was almost finished with the bottle. She mentally prepared herself for what was to come next, because even though her left side was feeling numb, the feeling of pushing a needle through her own flesh was never pleasant.
Ajay unscrewed the bottle of saline and poured a generous amount over her bleeding wound to cleanse it. She watched as the saline turned light red as it mixed with blood and washed down her side onto her hoodie. She set the bottle of saline to the side and grabbed some gauze. She gently patted her wound dry, wincing through the pain. She finished the bottle of rum and pulled off four long pieces of tape, partially attaching them to the side of mirror for later use.
She picked up the needle with her bare hands. If she were taking care of patient she would have donned gloves but it was just her and she didn’t have the time to worry about gloves. Her head spun which caused her hand tremble. She took a deep breath and tried to focus. She was excellent at stitching up anyone but is was a little more difficult to do it on herself. She knew someone else who was good at it but they weren’t here; it didn’t matter because she already wrote him off.
As the needle pierced her skin she snapped out of it and began to move the thread through her skin and over her wound methodically. She stitched herself up with ease; what she could see at least. She was done in about five minutes. She tied the thread and clipped the excess. She poured saline over her newly closed wound to clean up the blood that escaped. She replaced the cap on the bottle of saline and put it back in the first aid kit.
She used the rest of the gauze to pat the area dry. She placed the telfa to the stitched up wound and used the tape on the edges of telfa. She managed to put the scissors away in the kit before falling on her back onto the floor. A wave of pain, alcohol, and narcotics hit her all at once. She curled up on her right side and fell asleep on the cold hardwood floor. D.O.C. came in a nuzzled up beside her.
It wasn’t more than three hours later that Ajay shot straight up from her side-laying position on the floor. Sweat poured from her body and her breathing was labored. She wiped sweat from her forehead as she shivered. She was still in her bra and panties. She looked down on the floor to where she was laying, it was damp with her sweat and dried blood. The nightmares were more vivid than they ever had been; they felt so real. She focused on her breathing as she wrapped her arms around herself. Her side ached.
The room was still filled from the light that she had left on. She looked in the mirror at herself, peering mostly at her covered wound. She noticed some shadowing on the telfa. She sighed because she knew that her wound was seeping. There was only so much that she could as far as stitching went. She must have missed something because of the angle. She could only hope that part that she missed would heal on its own.
She looked at herself in the mirror again and noticed what a complete mess she was. Her hair was falling out of the buns that she had put them in for the match. Dirt was caked on her face, arms, and legs. A thin layer of blood was dried to the left side of her body. Her bra and panties were lined with sweat. She was sure if she was wearing makeup that it would be all over the place.
She pushed herself of off the floor, “Ugh.” The pain was sharp but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was earlier. She pulled off her bra and slid her panties off of her legs. She slowly made her way to the bathroom and ran the shower with warm water. “No baths with dis wound.” Her hair fell down to her waist before she stepped into the shower and sat down with her back against the stream of warm water. She didn’t trust her body to stand for too long.
Ajay pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She pressed her forehead into her knees and just sat there as the warm water eventually made it to most of her body. After a few minutes she encouraged herself to stand up and get cleaned up. She watched as the water turned from a rusted brown color to clear. Although the dressing still covered her wound, she was careful not to get soap on her dressing or in her stitches; she didn’t need the wound infected or agitated.
When Ajay felt as though she was clean enough, she got out of the shower and dried off. She made it back to her room and sat naked in front of the mirror again. She replaced her dressing but this time she reinforced it with gauze, and then telfa, and then taped the edges. It was the best she could do for the seeping wound. She would just have to keep an idea on it.
She got dressed in the essentials. She threw on Elliot’s tie dye shirt, tying it off at the bottom. It was a nice loose fit and hung off her left shoulder. She pulled on a pair black cutoff jeans, socks, and pair of white Chuck Taylors. She dug her phone out of the pocket of her blood soaked pants and cleaned it off. She had two messages from HQ.
Legends:
Tomorrow we will be releasing Duos Mode. We have paired you up into groups of two. This week you can expect a match to be held every night.
She read further down the message to the list of teams, which only consisted of team names. Apparently they were trying to promote the game in a different way. The team names read:
Bomb Squad
Hunt and Fly
Dark Vision
Tricky Healing
Ajay had to count the teams again. “Am I by myself?” She rubbed her forehead in her confusion. She was still a little bit dizzy from everything that had just happened. She was trying to make sense of the mess that Apex was putting her with ‘Duos Mode’ and these ridiculous team names. She let out a sigh and read the second message on her phone.
Ajay:
Congratulations on your victory. Tomorrow you will be paired up with a new Legend. Below you will find the details of your teammate to help you coordinate your game plan. You will meet your new teammate in the transport ship tomorrow evening.
Mirage – Holographic Trickster
Passive – Encore: drops a decoy for 5 seconds after being downed
Tactical – Psyche Out: sends out a decoy to confuse the enemy
Ultimate – Vanishing Act: cloaks himself and spawns a group of decoys around him
Ajay’s head hurt even more from the rest of the information she read. Two new Legends in two days. It was a lot for her to take in. She looked at the time on her phone to see that it was only 4am. She tried to occupy herself and cleaned up the mess that she had made in her room. She then decided to run diagnostics on D.O.C before trying to relax again. She laid down in her bed and stared at the ceiling until she drifted into off shallow sleep.
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