A/N: Hello and welcome to the next chapter of 'Wilt and Blush'! This is either Thursday or Friday depending on if I like what I write in the next few days. I also hope people like the other story I was working on.

Either way, lets begin

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Memories

Pain lanced through his arm as he fell behind a rock. It was going so well, but in the end it seemed for not. He looked over at the ragtag group of people that fell in behind the rock next to him, blasts and explosions still being heard.

"What are we going to do!?" one person said.

"We can't go on!" said another.

"Sir!" A large man with claws coming out of his fingers looked at him, "What are we going to do?"

"Why are you looking at me!" he replied, "I can't have all the answers!"

"You organized us. You made us believe we could be something more, so you're in charge" The man had steel in his eyes, undeterred by the blasts going off around them. "I will follow you to the end"

"But I'm only a teenager!"

"Did that stop you from doing what the rest of us wanted to do, but were too afraid to do? No, you've been fighting for us ever since you got here, and I believe you will be even once we get out"

He looked around him, at all the faces. Some were scared, others more pristine, but all were covered in dirt and grim. They all looked at him. There was no doubt in their eyes, no second thoughts or feint hearts, they all saw him as the leader. A survivor, an organizer, a savior. There was no way he could let them down.

"I see" he said smirking. "We may be idiots, but I guarantee by the end, we will be free!" That got a reply. Even though they were huddled below a rock with drones and personnel shooting at them, no one was silent. All threw their hands up in a loud roar. One that he was certain even those on the surface heard.

"What are we working with?"

"We still have a couple hundred men with us clearing out the lower tunnels. We own most of them now."

"What about exits?"

"There are only two now. The third was blocked off by Samson and his group when they tried to get out, accidentally cause the tunnel to collapse" The large man looked down, practically oozing pain and sadness. "There were no survivors"

"I'm sorry about your brother. I know he meant a lot to you"

It looked like he was about to say something, but then a droid came around the corner, shooting two people next to them before it was taken down. One man spat on the head of the droid, watching it corrode as his spit melted the metal and circuitry. "Another time perhaps"

"Agreed". Peering over the rock he could see other workers trying to hold their own against the droid backed guards in front of them. The droids seemed to be causing more problems than the guards, as they were weak, fattened up by the idea that something like a revolt could never happen. "We need to get out of these tunnels. If they decide that we're to much trouble than we're worth they'll just collapse them on top of us" He then looked back at the two men who were shot. "Are they alright?"

Another man who had a grimy coat on slithered up to them, which was in no way because of his reptilian traits. "I worked in lower medical, let me see" He pushed his fingers against one mans neck, then the other, then followed up by looking where they were shot before shaking his head. "One died instantly, the other is alive, but needs medical treatment straight away… I don't think he'll make it to the surface"

"Damn" he heard someone say, "so much for non-lethals"

Some of the men finally looked worried. It was different hearing about people dying trying to get out then to actually see it happen in front of you, knowing that it could have been you instead of them. That determination that was thriving just a second ago was now crushed under the weight that some of them, heck even most of them, would not make it out alive.

"We can't give up" he heard himself say, "Even if we just laid down right now, they would kill us anyway" Where were these words coming from? "I say if I have to die, I want to try. I will make a difference! We will get out!"

The people that had doubts now looked like they were back on board. Scared, yes. Frightened, actually terrified, but on board.

"You heard em boys!" The large man said, "Lets go make history!"

He swore that their cry was even bigger than before. The large group behind the rocks started their assault, running around and jumping over the rocks. There was a noticeable increase in fire and explosions as they came out, more from other connecting tunnels soon saw the advance and also came out, overwhelming the guards and droids with sheer number. Still when he tried to run out, the large man grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Not yet sir. Let them go first, you must make it out!"

He understood what the man meant, but was not going to have it. "You chose me as a leader! A leader sticks with his men! To victory or defeat, whatever the outcome. Now let me go and stay here, or come with me. Either way I am going!"

The large man smirked. "Yes sir!" With that they ran into the fray.

-O-

Sherry looked up from the old farming tractor she had been tinkering with. She swore she heard something. Not hearing anything though she went back to the tractor. Her big sis Chardonnay was always the one to look after the equipment with mom, so she had no idea what she was doing. She was sure that if they could do it, she could. She just needed a little practice, and where better to get it than with hands on experience!

She noticed the yesterday that the old tractor was acting funny. After using it for some time it started sputtering before stopping altogether. She had yet to fix, or even find, the problem, but she was sure it had something to do with the engine. Dust engines were really never her thing. She knew the basics because, doesn't everybody, but those basics started and ended with 'it runs on fire dust'. Still she felt confident in her skills, though a growing number of parts in a pile she had from the engine that she had pulled out and had no idea where they belonged worried her.

Sherry jumped up a second time. Okay, she defiantly heard something. It was coming from her right, the direction of the house.

"AHH!"

Crap! It was the man...uh...Mr. Bull! She knew those screams anywhere. Mostly because of how many times she's made him scream. Note to Brain: Don't take that out of context. Stupid Asti!….need to send another glitter bomb….

She ran over to the house, only tripping in the mud once still left from the rain the other night. Still, in the couple of seconds it took to get over to the house, she was covered in mud, and his screaming had intensified. She got to the room, not caring about the mud that would get on the floor, that was for later. For now Mr. Bull needed her help.

In the room he was even louder. He was rolling around on the bed clutching his head while screaming. A few times Sherry swore she heard a name. She tried to get him to stop rolling around, but she was too small to hold him still. His powerful muscles backed by aura pushing his body. Sherry remembered two days ago, when the doctor was here, the old doctor had left some medicine. Not by choice mind you, but the old doctor knew that she was more than competent to help Mr. Bull alone. She couldn't let him down!

She grabbed a note the doctor left along with instructions for what to use when….She couldn't read it. "What is this!? I've seen more words in clouds!" Seriously, it looked like the doctor had just put a line on top of a line on the paper, only deviating from said line to make bumps. In other words, the instructions were useless.

Mr. Bull was still flailing, screaming higher and higher in volume and pitch. Sherry was scared. She panicked. The instructions were useless! She didn't know what to do! She was useless! She grabbed the box of medicines that was under the instructions, hoping it would have the answers she desired. There were a bunch of pills that seemed to be color coded, with big words she'd never seen before written on their packages. On the top was a syringe filled with some kind of liquid. It clearly stated 'FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY' on it.

Sherry looked at the screaming man who looked like he was clawing at his stomach, opening the two large wounds again. And they were healing so well. He was also kicking now, throwing the blankets that used to cover him off into the wall.

It looked like an emergency to her, so Sherry grabbed the syringe, almost poking herself with the tip in the process and jumped toward the man. She grabbed one of his arms and pulled trying to get hold long enough to deliver the medicine when he flipped over. His eyes were open, looking like they were vibrating as he screamed.

I'm frightened! NO! Sherry screamed as well when the arm she held came around, grabbing her arm and squeezing hard. Mr. Bull was still screaming. His other arm came around, looking like he was going to grab her with the other hand. "NO!" she screamed as she pressed down her right arm, the one he was grabbing.

Suddenly the hand coming toward her stopped and fell. So did the one grabbing her arm. She realized when she pressed her arm down, she pushed the syringe into his arm, pushing whatever it was into his system. His eyes began to close. He said three names: Tepson, Butch-ah like he was gasping for breath, and Blake. The last one seemed to take longer as his eyes shut, his body no longer flailing. All was still.

Sherry pulled back shaking, remembering what Asti said 'You don't know him! He could be a murderer! A thief! A Rapist!' She pushed herself down against the wall next to the door. It unnerved her. Sherry had conversations with the man. He seemed nice and respectful. He didn't know who he was or why he was here but he always made sure to greet her with a smile and a 'hello, how are you?' before anything else. She hoped that he wasn't a danger.

She got up from the wall, still shaking. It must just be one of his symptoms. Please be one of his symptoms. Either way she had to call Doc. Though his wounds were looking better than they were originally, she wasn't sure what his flailing could have done to them.

Sherry got to the end of the hallway before it hit her, and she laid at the end of the hall, shaking and crying. It was scary, she didn't know what just happened. She had never had someone look like that, attack her like that. She knew it was over, but her body just wouldn't stop shaking. Her eyes wouldn't stop letting out tears.

After a while she got the strength to stand again. Sherry was glad someone else wasn't here, but she also wished someone was. She knew she would make for a pathetic sight. She could feel her eyes were red and puffy, face probably red and tear-streaked. That mixed with the rest of her, with mud covering her overalls she had on from working on the tractor. She grabbed the phone, and called Doc's number.

-O-

It was a good day. With the excitement of the grimm passed Argus had got back up and running pretty fast. It was sunny, with not a cloud in the sky, which was odd considering all the rain from yesterday. Due to the grimm and storm Terra Cotta had been out, which had left her alone at first, until she got the most brilliant idea.

Adrian already had his daycare, usually so that Saffron could get some peace or go shopping, but now it was different. She got a job!

Saffron walked into the old clinic. The front door lead into a guest area, where people could sit and wait to be called in by someone behind the counter. She noticed there was no one behind the counter, so she moved to the next door on the left, hoping to find someone. That door lead into a long hall with gurneys and technical equipment next to them. Some had people in them that were moaning or asking for water. Nurses ran around in haste, tending to those crying patients, looking flustered.

At the end she spotted a ticker older woman than all the rest in a nursing gown. Unlike the patients the other nurses went to, the ones she went to shut up immediately, only starting up again when a different nurse passed by.

"Uh, excuse me?" The large nurse noticed her and went over to her.

"Vat do you vaunt?"

"I'm the new hire?" Saffron said with uncertainty, "I was told today to come in?"

The older lady looked her over. Saffron visibly shrunk under her gaze. She swore this lady could kill a grimm just by staring at it. Her pressure in her stare was just…. Intense.

"I kcnow wcho you are, jyes. Chnow I cham 'ead nurse, Nancy. Ve are busy today. Ve vill talk later about actual job. For now, man ze counter in front" With that the large nurse went to another patient. She must have scared him because he cried out in fright when she came close.

That was her cue to get out. Saffron went back to the reception desk in the other room, noticing that as soon as the door shut, you couldn't hear anything from the patient hallway. Probably for the best. There she sat next to a scroll and a calendar that had 'Appointments' listed at the top. Every so often someone would call to set one up, but there wasn't really anything else to do.

She thought of her baby brother. Wonder if he made it to Atlas. She was glad to see that he was okay. When she heard of Beacon falling, she feared the worst. And of course he wouldn't call! I mean who would use a scroll for that!

Suddenly it rang. "Hello, this is Argus Local Clinic, how may I help you?"

A sniff and a small whine later she heard a woman's voice, "Where is Doc? I (another sniff) need him to come down"

"I can schedule you an appointment if that's what you need?"

"No, (sniff) I-I-I need him to come down to the house. Its an emergency!"

"Calm down, I'll ask the doctor okay?"

"Tell him its Sherry (sniff), I need help (sniff)"

The line went dead. First day at work and already an emergency? The girl did sound bad, maybe it was an emergency. Saffron got up, abandoning her post at the desk, once again pushing into the patient hallway to find the head nurse she talked to before. She finally did at the end of one of the rows, putting new bandages on a young man that looked like he had seen the wrong end of a battle. He had some cuts and bruises chris-crossing his body, most seeming to be on his face and….lower area.

"Nurse Nancy?"

"Ched nurse to jyou"

"Right, right. Head nurse Nancy. I just got off a call with someone claiming they had an emergency and needed to see one of the doctors?"

Nancy shook her head, "Not possible. Ve have two docters, neither can see them"

"But she said it was an emergency! One of them has to help!" Saffron remembered the names on the plaques outside in the reception area. Pulling one, she tried to talk some sense into the head nurse. "Why can't Doctor Bronze go?"

The head nurse looked down at the patient and pointed, "Zis is Docter Bronze"

Oh, that's bad. She looked over at the man. There was no way he was going to go. He looked bad, and he was passed out to boot. "Okay what about...uh...I think it said Doctor Whiskey?" Though it did look like that plaque was tampered with…

"Cheven more not possible"

"And why is that?" Seriously, what could a doctor be doing that is so important. Especially if the only other doctor was not able to work? What kind of clinic did I get myself into!

"Che is in jail" she said nonchalantly.

Saffron had never felt so afraid.

-O-

A/N: It was hard writing this chapter, but once it came, I couldn't stop writing until it was finished. I know I didn't actually say what was in the letter, that's going to probably be in the next update. Also next time there will probably be a 'buzz' of commotion, if you know what I'm saying.

I'm looking forward to writing the next few chapters. They will be interesting.

Until then, read, review, and comment!