First message
When I applied for the army, they discovered my ability and recruited me for special ops. I've been through too many healers to give a fuck about another one
I don't look over to you when I hear the door open and click shut. My body aches, exhausted. Im wrapped in several bandages. Blood starting to seep through. I used too much of my power yesterday and now im stuck in the recovery unit. The large black power supression collar making it difficult to get comfortable
Jace? I'm your new healer your voice is nearly a whisper. Scared to disturb me
Mmm I mumble. I can feel the sharp pangs of a migraine forming. One hand lazily gesturing towards the door for you to leave. My eyes shut fearing any light would cause more pain
I hear you approach. Your clothes shuffling. You're the fourth healer thats been assigned to me. The others couldn't handle it and were reassigned
I don't need another incompetent healer I say coldly. You laugh
Did you even read my file? My job is to heal you. You're the one with blood soaked bandages. If I try and fail, feel free to talk shit. you speak confidently. Fair enough
I finally open my eyes and look over. Moving one hand closer to you. A peace offering. For now.
Fine. you trace your fingers carefully over the bandages on my arm. Water from my cup nearby coils around me gently. An odd sensation as the water soothes the pain. Finally