Resistance
"You wont win…" he mumbled. "You cant win…wont let you…"
His feverish eyes stared out at the grey walls, completely independent of his murmuring.
The medic was unnerved by this behavior, but he wisely resisted showing it in the presence of his superior. The Dark Ace watched with an almost detached air as Aerrow lay on his stomach on the cot, not acquiescent, but too weak to move.
A foul odor rose as the medical man worked, evidenced by the slight wrinkling of the Dark Ace's nose. It was close…confined. The ventilation was not the best.
Aerrow's mind could barely focus, but he knew that his nemesis was there. Always there. Always watching. Waiting.
He couldn't possibly think he had won.
"Wont let you…"
The medic looked up from the small but festering wounds that he was busily cleaning. "It will be a little while, sir, but I think I can fix him up all right."
"See to it."
The medic winced at the cold inflection, and turned back to his patient.
Aerrow had subsided into silence, his eyes glazed and fixed. This was an expression with which the guards had become well acquainted.
This was nearly more unnerving to the medic as his incoherent babbling from just moments ago.
The Dark Ace's eyes searched the face of the younger man as though looking for something in particular. After a moment, he shook his head.
"Erm…sir? Is there something the matter?"
"There will be if you do not shut up and do your job, Talon." Dark Ace snapped irritably.
The medic flinched and turned hurriedly back to the Sky Knight. "Yessir…"
Silence reign again in the room for a short time. The medic almost didn't notice when the Dark Ace left, growling under his breath.
"…I will break you…"
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Author's Note: Total word count: 299