𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥.

𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟.

They stitched her wound shut again, then told her to get some bed rest, either here or in her room. They also explicitly state, no missions for the time being.

Her head drops as she’s kinda sad to hear that, but understands as she’s an ODST too, but she mumbles.. “Should be able to fucking join you..” It’s barely audible.

She stayed silent, she knew she’d try again if not watched. She enters the medbay, where she sits down at a table, some UNSC Doctors come over and ask how she broke the stitches. “Uuh…ask him..he can explain better. My head isn’t fully clear..”

“If you wouldn’t mind…please…I think they’ll disinfect, stitch it, bandage it then send me back to my room for sleep.” She looks at him, under her helmet she was blushing softly from him holding her hand.

She sighs slightly, then looks back at him, still slightly shaking from her memories. “I just…had I never been distracted I wouldn’t have had tjat brute sneak up on me. Had I never been distracted I wouldn’t have been shot..I feel like I failed the people were supposed to -

“Just…relieving old memories. You remind me of my old squad leader.” With that, she leaves, returning to the medbay for some rest. Under her helmet she has some tears from the memories.

She doesn’t move, she will probably try to leave again, it’s best if she’s held in her bed or his bed. Either way someone needs to make sure she’s asleep.

She looks at him, opening her mouth to speak…but closes it.

“But-!” She tries to argue against it, might be best if she’s held in bed. Till she’s sleeping.

“N-no! I-I can fight!” And as if comedic timing Wasnt more real, the radio crackled to life and says to be on the look out for Venessa, or ODST 072.

“I’m fine. I can fight. Here..” She tries to raise her arm, wincing as the bandages around her shoulder gets soaked in a deep red color. But she tries to play it off. “S-see? A-all good..”