Preface

Gabriel Tenma White becomes a medic in the midst of a real life gruelling international war, and seeks to accomplish what she descended to the earth for: to rescue humanity. Along the way, her character is tested by the hands of God himself, as she makes difficult choices, commits to risky romantic relationships, and realizes the true meaning behind rescuing humanity.

"Tch...what a pain...," Gabriel groans.

'Gabriel Tenma White, the Combat Medic' is rated T for descriptions of violence, swearing and drug use under context. Heavier themes will be touched on in an M rated fanfic, such as sexual violence, lemons, descriptive gore and war crimes, as they often occur during war. I do not hold any personal feelings of hatred; racial, political or otherwise towards the enemies described in this fanfic, they are merely there for conflict progression. Gabriel Dropout is owned by Ukami from the manga, and the anime produced by studio Doga Kobo.

Chapter 1: Gabriel...you're just beginning your journey...

"LEAVE HIM! PLEASE...!"

Vignette yelled as loudly as she could, hoping to shake away the unfamiliar selfless persona that Gabriel was donning. She had a life saving syringe in her hand, which when administered to a bullet wound would send little pellets pouring in, soaking up blood and expanding to four times its size, effectively stopping blood loss.

And both individuals were experiencing blood loss all right.

Gabriel, who was clutching her stomach, having recently been shot with a large-caliber rifle. And a soldier slumped over on a collapsed concrete wall, who was clutching his neck and had also recently shot Gabriel.

Gabriel didn't listen to the cries of her purple haired friend as she was too busy reading the man's face like he was some kind of enigma.

"You're not worth saving," Gabriel reasoned. "You just shot me in the gut. And now I'm going to die."

But behind his smug smile and look of satisfaction Gabriel noticed him twitch a bit, in the eyes. Like he was...not scared of dying, but rather disappointed.

"Yeah. You didn't get to see Japan get invaded by your forces huh? What a bummer," she thought as she scowled at the man. Gabriel looked down at the large, plastic syringe: she had used nine an hour ago, and now she had only one. Gabriel slowly got down on her knees, much against Vignette trying to pull her away from the injured man, and lifted his hand cupped over the side of his bloody neck, revealing a bullet wound. She quickly stuck the syringe as close as she could into the red mess and emptied its contents.

The soldier looked at Gabriel square in the eyes with a neutral face, trying to analyse her deadpan expression for any ulterior motive. He let the arm that was holding the wound slump down to his side, as the pellets worked their magic, ballooning to size and clotting the wound. He took longer breaths, although they were still short and laboured.

"There," she said nonchalantly, throwing her syringe away. "Now you can die of something else. Whatever. You're not my problem anymore. I did what I could."

"G-GABRIEL...!," Vignette sobbed, clutching desperately onto Gabriel's bleeding wound. "What have you...what have you done...?! You...you...!"

"Argh...shut it Vignette," Gabriel groaned while turning her back to her about to walk away. "Hey, wait. Can you tell him something?"

"...huh...?," she sniffled, concerned that her best friend would bleed to death.

"Tell him...to remember this. What the Japanese did for him. And also, fuck you for shooting me."

Vignette wiped her tears with the sleeve of her uniform and muttered the sentences back to the foreign soldier in his language. He gave a slight chuckle, as Vignette forced Gabriel to lean on her with an arm around her neck as they hobbled back to base.

"...re...lax...," Gabriel whispered tiredly as they hobbled over concrete rubble. "...I'm not going anywhere..."

Vignette stayed silent, ironically praying to God that Gabriel doesn't keel over and die. She took a quick glance at the girl, and her face was scarily pale, and her eyes were losing the fire which she developed after this whole catastrophe began. The fire which drove her to accomplish the mission which she was sent to earth for.

"God...I...want...a drink...," Gabriel convulsed as her legs gave out and tumbled onto concrete.

"GAB!? G-GABRIEL...?!," Vignette wept. "Just...just keep your eyes open okay?! Y-You're gonna be okay! You're gonna-"

"...hey...you're being too loud," Gabriel chuckled in her usual sarcastic tone. "I'm just...taking a break..."