Chapter 22
A Little Moody, Aren't They?
"Well?"
"Truth be told, a normal human would not have survived. She's just on the brink of life, but she has a strong will to live and is healing extremely fast."
Hot Shot paced back and forth outside of the med-bay.
"I think you just need to relax a little. A little recharge might do you good. She'll be just fine." Red Alert tried to persuade his friend to leave the med-area.
The little fawn looked outside the window at the giant metallic creatures that we're arguing, or something. He didn't quite understand what the whole commotion was all a bout, all he knew was that his mother had told him to stick with the human-sort-of-thing. He felt safe around her, after all, she had saved him from a certain death. The little deer snuggled up close to the girl, even though the smell of fire was still on her, he didn't mind.
Emrial lay unconscious on a med-bay bed, again. The fawn was laying down beside her, resting his head on her chest.
"I wonder what's with the little fella." Smokescreen looked in on the sight.
"I don't know, but Chopper insisted on bringing him." Red Alert shrugged his shoulders.
"Hum?" Emrial's eyes fluttered open to a familiar sight. She sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. "This scene is just becoming old." She rolled over on her side. The fawn, startled, scuttled away at her sudden movement.
Emrial looked over her shoulder at the little guy. "Oh. I didn't mean to scare you." She reached her charred hands out and drew the fawn in to her body, cuddling him in his arms. Only then did she realize that a lot of her body was numb from the pain of her burns.
"How are you feeling?" Red Alert, seeing that she was awake, entered the room.
Emrial turned back over unto her back, stretching her arms out on the table in a yawning sort of way. "I don't know." She looked into the transformer's confused optic. "I'm sort of numb, can't feel much." She averted her attention to the fawn beside her. Studying him she smiled, glad that he had survived without a single hair on his body burnt.
"What do you plan to do with him?" Red gestured to the deer.
"I dunno. Raise him, care for him, and then release him." She said softly as she stroked his neck.
"Hmm." Red Alert scratched his chin.
"You know, I never know what's going on you guy's heads. You're always 'hmm'-ing and such." Emrial looked at him with innocent blue eyes.
Red Alert chuckled. "Same thing with you humans."
Emrial looked away at the mention of 'humans'.
"What's wrong?" Red noticed her change in behavior and mood.
Emrial struggled to sit up. She put her chin in her hands as she sat cross- legged on the giant, metallic table.
She sighed. Her eyes had a far off look to them.
"Am I really human? I used to think I was, but after the whole ceiling incident and sprouting metal armor, I'm not sure anymore."
She looked to Red Alert for consul.
"What am I, really? And who am I? I can't even remember my own, real name, or where I came from! And even if I did, would that still be the real me, or was I even unknowing then? And where is my homeland?"
Red remained silent a moment, shocked at the load that Emrial had just blasted at him. He took a few moments to gather what he was going to say.
"I don't know who you are, what you are, or where you are from. But I think that all those answers are hidden inside of you. It may just be a matter of time before all reveals itself, then you may know the answer to all these questions."
Emrial let herself fall back to laying on the med-table. "Thanks. That's a whole lot of help."
"I don't know what else to do. What did you want me to say? That you are a fictional character, made up in the mind of someone in her own wishful image, that she may, through you, imagine herself living in the Transformers world, which in reality is just a TV show to her? That your very existence is just a bunch of words and pictures that she has created and posted on the net?" He shrugged.
"Well, anything would be better than that load of hooplah you just fed me." She stared at the ceiling.
"Well, s-o-r-r-r-y." Red Alert took his leave from the room.
"Hmph!" Emrial shoved her nose up in the air. "We don't need him, do we?" Emrial talked to the fawn as she grabbed some bandages and began to wind them around her blistering hands.
Chopper, who had sat in a corner of the room the whole time, shook her head. "You don't know how right he is." She smiled. "Soon, Emrial. Soon all shall be revealed."
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hi. I know, this was a stupid, short chapter, but I wanted something to do. Plz review.
A Little Moody, Aren't They?
"Well?"
"Truth be told, a normal human would not have survived. She's just on the brink of life, but she has a strong will to live and is healing extremely fast."
Hot Shot paced back and forth outside of the med-bay.
"I think you just need to relax a little. A little recharge might do you good. She'll be just fine." Red Alert tried to persuade his friend to leave the med-area.
The little fawn looked outside the window at the giant metallic creatures that we're arguing, or something. He didn't quite understand what the whole commotion was all a bout, all he knew was that his mother had told him to stick with the human-sort-of-thing. He felt safe around her, after all, she had saved him from a certain death. The little deer snuggled up close to the girl, even though the smell of fire was still on her, he didn't mind.
Emrial lay unconscious on a med-bay bed, again. The fawn was laying down beside her, resting his head on her chest.
"I wonder what's with the little fella." Smokescreen looked in on the sight.
"I don't know, but Chopper insisted on bringing him." Red Alert shrugged his shoulders.
"Hum?" Emrial's eyes fluttered open to a familiar sight. She sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. "This scene is just becoming old." She rolled over on her side. The fawn, startled, scuttled away at her sudden movement.
Emrial looked over her shoulder at the little guy. "Oh. I didn't mean to scare you." She reached her charred hands out and drew the fawn in to her body, cuddling him in his arms. Only then did she realize that a lot of her body was numb from the pain of her burns.
"How are you feeling?" Red Alert, seeing that she was awake, entered the room.
Emrial turned back over unto her back, stretching her arms out on the table in a yawning sort of way. "I don't know." She looked into the transformer's confused optic. "I'm sort of numb, can't feel much." She averted her attention to the fawn beside her. Studying him she smiled, glad that he had survived without a single hair on his body burnt.
"What do you plan to do with him?" Red gestured to the deer.
"I dunno. Raise him, care for him, and then release him." She said softly as she stroked his neck.
"Hmm." Red Alert scratched his chin.
"You know, I never know what's going on you guy's heads. You're always 'hmm'-ing and such." Emrial looked at him with innocent blue eyes.
Red Alert chuckled. "Same thing with you humans."
Emrial looked away at the mention of 'humans'.
"What's wrong?" Red noticed her change in behavior and mood.
Emrial struggled to sit up. She put her chin in her hands as she sat cross- legged on the giant, metallic table.
She sighed. Her eyes had a far off look to them.
"Am I really human? I used to think I was, but after the whole ceiling incident and sprouting metal armor, I'm not sure anymore."
She looked to Red Alert for consul.
"What am I, really? And who am I? I can't even remember my own, real name, or where I came from! And even if I did, would that still be the real me, or was I even unknowing then? And where is my homeland?"
Red remained silent a moment, shocked at the load that Emrial had just blasted at him. He took a few moments to gather what he was going to say.
"I don't know who you are, what you are, or where you are from. But I think that all those answers are hidden inside of you. It may just be a matter of time before all reveals itself, then you may know the answer to all these questions."
Emrial let herself fall back to laying on the med-table. "Thanks. That's a whole lot of help."
"I don't know what else to do. What did you want me to say? That you are a fictional character, made up in the mind of someone in her own wishful image, that she may, through you, imagine herself living in the Transformers world, which in reality is just a TV show to her? That your very existence is just a bunch of words and pictures that she has created and posted on the net?" He shrugged.
"Well, anything would be better than that load of hooplah you just fed me." She stared at the ceiling.
"Well, s-o-r-r-r-y." Red Alert took his leave from the room.
"Hmph!" Emrial shoved her nose up in the air. "We don't need him, do we?" Emrial talked to the fawn as she grabbed some bandages and began to wind them around her blistering hands.
Chopper, who had sat in a corner of the room the whole time, shook her head. "You don't know how right he is." She smiled. "Soon, Emrial. Soon all shall be revealed."
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hi. I know, this was a stupid, short chapter, but I wanted something to do. Plz review.