Hurry Up

Written by: MyLoyalGuardian

Dark Ace

Damn. I actually missed.

Maybe if I actually hit him, I could've knocked some sense into him for once.

I did, though, have to remember if his injuries don't heal, mine sure as hell won't. So, I gave the wimpy little kid the first aid kit. It's the least I can do to save my own life.

He looked at me for a moment before sitting directly on the ground, sifting through the remaining supplies.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. "Can't walk, breathe, and patch yourself up all at once?" I chuckled, opting to sit a good distance from him on a nice rock. "I thought they taught you that on the first day in that so-called academy."

It was a difficult task, but he already called me out for 'wasting time.' I can't exactly waste an opportunity to get back at him.

"I suggest," he paused, ripping the medical tape with his teeth, "You keep your mouth shut."

"Or what?" I smiled. It might actually be slightly amusing to see his feverish attempts to hurt me. It sure would do more damage to him than to myself.

He didn't respond, proceeding to wrap his injuries. His hand was the first one done. Then, he moved the clothing covering his shoulder, wrapping that.

Ooh. Guess I got him there when I tackled him down. I suppose it means I've got it, too.

"Hurry up and finish. You said you might have some useful items on your skimmer, then we should continue to look for it," I kicked my feet out, resting my hands behind my head. I laughed quietly as I saw Aerrow flinch as I moved.

"The more you rush me, the longer I'll make you wait," he retorted, tossing the medical tape back with the rest of the supplies.

I scoffed, trying to keep my mind elsewhere. I kept a close eye on his as I let my thoughts wander.

I wonder if Master Cyclonis even knows I'm gone? I'm sure she'll send out the talons to come looking for me soon enough. Then again... There's that possibility she could assume I'm dead and be done with it.

Either way, I'll probably die in this living hell. Most likely because of Aerrow.

"So," Aerrow began with a sigh, tearing me from my thoughts, "How the hell are we going to get out of this mess?"

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Word count: 400

Oh man. I had a hell of a time writing this one.

I think something needs to happen, don't you? I'll let Ambrel decide.