Titanfall: Survivors of Demeter

Chapter 4: Need a Medic!

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I'm going to cut the crap for this one. I'm going to be gone for a week with no access to the internet, so don't expect an update this week. As compensation, here's a longer chapter than usual.

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Xiana checked the IMC troopers vitals again. Yep. Still holding in there. She looked at the door, expecting David any second now. He was supposed to be rummaging around in the storage bays, trying to find some Medical Equipment.

The trooper coughed as he woke up, raising his head to look at her. She made a shushing gesture and gently pushed his head back down, onto the sack of uniforms they had given him as a pillow.

"Hurry up, David..." She muttered, as the troopers vitals dipped again...

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David climbed the next stack of crates, groaning with effort as he gradually worked his way toward the crate marked with a red cross, undoubtably filled mith medical supplies.

He yelped as one of boxes he was using as a handhold shifted, and he lunged to the left, just in time as the crate fell to the floor, bouncing once before stopping.

"If I find the guy who stacked these..." He muttered angrily.

He jumped on top of a massive container and jumped onto the catwalk, ducking several wires as he ran to the box. He jumped off the catwalk and landed right next to the medical crate.

"Please let this be full..." David said, grabbing the handle and pulling it open.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air and caused his eyes to water, before he loudly sneezed twice.

"Achoo! Achoo!"

He grabbed one of the medikits and, with a groan of annoyance, began to work his way down, cursing loudly as the crates shifted.

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Xianas eyes darted to the door as David sprinted through, tossing her a medikit. She gave him the thumbs-up and opened it, grabbing bandages, disinfectant and... a flask of whiskey?

The trooper groaned again as she pulled off his body armour and jacket, his sleeveless shirt soaked with blood. She pulled it off him and threw it aside, before inspecting the wounds more closely.

She grabbed a set of tweezers and went to pull one of the bullets out of one of the wounds, before the man coughed violently and began tossing and bucking.

"David, hold him!" She yelled as the Militia trooper ran over.

He pushed the man down and braced him against the wall, holding him still. The trooper still bucked, but a lot less violently this time.

Xiana pulled the first bullet out, then the second, but the third had passed right through the mans rib and out his back. She applied disinfectant and wrapped his torso up, staunching the blood flow.

She went for the shredded chunk of meat that was his left leg, looking at it carefully while David tried not to puke.

'We're going to have to amputate it." She said.

David gagged and ran out the door, sounds of sickness following shortly after.

"I knew that would happen..." Xiana murmured to herself, as she grabbed the kits bonesaw.

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(One hour of medical stuff later)

Xiana sighed with relief, slumping onto a chair in front of a computer that wouldn't boot up, even if they rigged the emergency grid to it. The IMC trooper was ok.

They had found out his name was Devon after locating his dog-tags around his neck. He was asleep in the other room now.

David walked in with to mugs of coffee, steam curling off them.

"Didn't know if you liked it black or anything, so I put some sugar in." He said, sipping from his own mug.

"I normally have it with sugar. Mmmmm." She replied, savouring the taste.

"So how well do you think he's doing?" David asked, gesturing to the other room across the hall.

"He should make it. Good job on finding that Medikit, by the way." She said, sniffing the air.

"Do you smell whiskey?"

David only grinned and took another sip of his coffee.

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There you are folks, the start (ish) of our romance! This chapter was fun to write, especially the romance bit, mirroring a recent encounter with my girlfriend. That is all I will say! Thanks for reading, my other fic at the moment isn't doing to well but this one is fun to both write and read reviews on.

Thanks for all the support, Scribe out. (For a week this time, I'll be back)