Connection~
Piers could feel his heart slowly starting to decelerate as he was being rushed to a nearby hospital in China. The high pitch sound coming from the wheels of the hospital stretcher let out cries of pain as they were being dragged across the hospital floor, causing the ears of the young soldier to ring in pain. He looked at the doctors that were pushing the stretcher and couldn't quite make out their faces as they were becoming a huge ball of blur, but he could see that they were speaking due to the rapid movement of their white surgical mask.
Even if he didn't feel like complete shit, he still wouldn't understand what they were saying since they were speaking their native language.
A doctor who was beside him placed an oxygen mask over his nose in order to help the young soldier breath. He looked at his assistant and asked "Is the surgical room ready?"
"Yes, doctor." The young girl responded as she continued pushing the stretcher where Piers's wounded body laid.
Piers then let out a small groan of pain as he touched his mutated arm, feeling the mutated limb pump up and down as blood rushed by, the feeling of pain and adrenaline started to make its appearance making the young soldier squirm in pain. A reddish liquid started to ooze out from his arm, causing the medical team to gag as the smell of rotten meat made its presence.
If only Piers knew this was going to occur, he wouldn't have injected himself with the C-virus, yet again, he did it to save the world and save the life of his dear captain who was in trouble at the time.
After pushing through a couple of doors and turning corners, they finally made it to the surgical room where another group of doctors was waiting for their arrival. An older male who happened to be the surgeon made his way towards Piers and began to examine the wounded soldier. The sight of the mutated limb made shivers run down the surgeon's spine as he looked down at the soldier who had a few permanent scars on the right side of his face and judging by the whiteness on his right eye one could easily say that he was going to be blind for good. The doctor covered his nose as the smell of rotten meat started to make its presence.
"Judging by the amount of damage you've taken, it seems I have no choice but to do surgery here. Don't want to hurt you more." The man spoke in English causing Piers to look up at him with a relieved look. The surgeon then looked at the arm once more and back at his team, he then spoke in their native language, ordering them to gather the rightful equipment for the job. The first thing he was planning on doing was to amputate his right arm in order to keep the virus from reaching the left side of his still human body, then he was going to give him antibiotics in order to see what reaction his body did.
The surgeon then removed the oxygen mask from Pier's face and replaced it with another mask only that this time it was connected to a tank that was filled with sleeping gas known as fluothane. "Now, try to relax for me." The surgeon ordered as he placed his hand on Piers' shoulder.
'Everything will be okay, you'll be fine' Piers thought to himself as he controlled his breaths and began to think about his captain whom he had risked his life for.
"Captain..." He whispered. Thanks to his heroic actions or stupid actions as most would call it, his captain was alive and well, sure Piers was suffering the consequences, but at least he could easily say that he was going to survive this hell.
Over the course of their adventures Piers had gotten closer to his captain, sure his captian did have some anger issues and he did snap at him for telling him the harsh truth and yes, maybe his captain didn't share the same feelings as Piers did, but he had earned himself a special place in Piers' heart.
As Piers got lost in his thought and started to fall into abysse, the silver doors that led to the surgical room flew open causing both Piers and the medical team to turn their gaze towards the source of noise and there stood Jake with his pistol in hand. He looked at the wounded body that was laying on the bed and turned his gaze towards the team that was now standing behind the surgeon.
"J-Jake?" Piers weakly spoke in confusion as he looked at the mercenary who was breathing in and out as if he had been running a marathon. Jake, who was examining the people in the room, aimed his gun towards the older male causing the team to let out short screams, he then spoke in between breaths "You..you the surgeon?"
The older male cleared his throat and spoke nervously "Yes, sir." he then turned his head around and told the pack of young people that everything was alright, he then turned his attention at the armed man and spoke as professionally as he could "How can I help you?"
Jake chuckled. He looked at Piers, who was staring at him with a confused look and spoke "I want you to keep him alive you hear. Do whatever you can in order to keep him breathing and if you fail, trust me you don't wanna know what I'll do to you and your pack of helpers, you understand?"
The surgeon nodded "I'll do my best."
Jake, not satisfied with his answer, aimed the gun down at the surgeons' feet and shot the ground where his feet were, missing it by a few inches. The surgeon jumped at the sudden action and raised his hands up as he walked backward "Okay, okay." he spoke nervously. "I'll make sure he stays alive," he added as he looked up at Jake with a terrified look on his face.
"Good," Jake spoke as he smiled. "And if I find out that he's dead trust me, I'll make sure you'll follow behind." he threatened as he lowered his gun making the air in the room less tense then what it was.
"J-jake what...the hell?" Piers weakly spoke as he was fighting the fluothane they had given him before Jake made his dramatic appearance. He tried to push himself into a sitting position but failed due to his weak state.
Jake, seeing how Piers was struggling, spoke in a soft tone "Stay down pup, you'll just end up hurting yourself more." Jake then opened the hospital window and threw his gun out in order to save himself some trouble. He had sneaked in the hospital and made his way into the surgical area, dodging doctors and nurses since no one was allowed on this part of the hospital due to the doctors being busy while preforming surgery on their patients which required peace and full concentration. But Jake, knowing that Piers was going to be under the doctors care for a while, needed to see him for the last time.
"You better survive this surgery, if not, I'll beat your ass in the afterlife you hear?" Jake warned as he started to make his way towards the silver doors. Piers remained silent, still puzzled by his actions. Sure, both of them didn't like each other and yes, they threw death stares at each other whenever they were in the same room or in the same environment, but seeing Jake here and threating to kill the doctors if they failed to save him really surprised him. By Frank, it made him feel a weird tingling feeling in his stomach.
Jake looked out from the small rectangular window that was on the door and saw two muscular security guards making their way towards the surgical room where the sound of gunshots was heard. He turned to look at Piers once again who was looking at him with eyes mid closed and spoke "See you soon." and with that being said he ran out of the room and before Piers fell into a deep sleep he heard Jake shout "I'm over here assholes!"