Chapter Eight: The Surgery and Afterwards
Some time later, I felt fire race through my bones and veins. I felt something ripping through me, and cutting straight to my heart. I wanted to scream as something seemed to break my skull. My head pounded and it felt as if a knife was being jammed repeatedly into my temples. Then, just as quickly as it had come, the pain left, and I woke.
Dr. Halsey had blood on her surgical gloves and there was something I was clutching. A hand. When I looked to see whose it was, I was shocked to see Master Chief. But…he wasn't encased in his MJOLNIR armor! He was just in normal civilian clothing.
"Ch-chief? What are you doing here?" I felt a dull throbbing through my entire body.
"Well, I remember the pain I went through as a Spartan and I thought I should sww how you handled it. A lot of people never made it through the surgery."
I knew that, but I never thought about it until just now.
"Uh…thanks..." I rested my hands in my lap.
"Are you okay?" He seemed concerned.
"How am I supposed to be as good a Spartan as you? I may be strong, but I'm not as brave or swift. I don't even know how to use a gun!" I clenched my stomach and hissed as I practically yelled the last word.
I smiled through the pain and said, "I just hope I get over this in time to fight." I shrugged even though the pain continued to curl inside of me.
Chief glanced at Dr. Halsey before he put an arm around me.
He whispered, "I'll train you the best I can if I'm around, but I couldn't get up for days after my surgery and I was-"
I shrugged off his arm and clutched the side of the bed. Slowly, I eased off the bed onto the floor. I looked at a bare metal medical desk and aimed a good karate chop.
