The Virus
23 Sep 2016Niatra
"NO I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED! LEAVE IT BE! I AM ALRIGHT!"Niatra slammed the door so close to Hersilia's face that she had to jump back with a gasp. All staff that was around was looking at her. She turned away from the door as Niatra was still shouting behind the closed doors.
When his Python arrived back at Onnes Gateway, his wounds had to be treated. He went to the medical bay, torn up, dusty and bloody. He passed Hersilia's way who has then beleagered him since then, so for two hours straight.
Finally alone again, he sat down, moving his hands through his hair, trying to get rid of the headache that he felt since quite a while. A certain tunnel vision started him up again, he moved through his quartiers, his blade drawn and he sliced everything he found in his way: Plants, cupboards, tables, chairs. Even a granite plate that was balanced upon a wooden table fell victim to the ten inches long, from meteroric metals stabiliesed, Imperial dagger. The slicing continued until Niatra fell onto the ground, the dagger inly just missing his heart as he tried to commit suicide when the rage ended.
White blankets lay heavily over his head. A slow beeping was heard in the white room of the hospital. Both arms were tied as well as the legs. Even the torso was held down by ties. Niatra raises his head, but he is unable to shake the cloth on his head. A trusted male voice tells him to lie down, though he could not hear the words. He closes his eyes again, feeling exhausted already.
The world seemed normal again. His head felt normal but still heavy, but his eyes finally saw things again. Colours. Shapes. And everything felt new. His hands were free, touching something soft below them, and his bare feet felt a cover holding them warm.
Finally his gaze spotted human shapes. Marshall looked down to him. It was the soft voice again that spoke to him. Niatra only made out fragments: "Knocked out by", "poisoned", "Virus by injection", "Faheer" and "happened?"
Niatra spoke words. He was unaware if they made sense but they seemed to as Marshall was pleased.
More fragments of sentences were put into Niatra's confused ears: "Hersilia cares", "gonna guard you from", "until you" and "work again."
It somehow made sense to Niatra, so he nodded and felt a strong female arm and a metallic one lifting him out of bed.
He walked beside Hersilia towards his office, he felt like dying and ashamed of himself. She put him in bed and stayed awake when he was already long in weird dreams.