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"I still can't believe 13 was captured." The lord said, shaking his great shaggy head.
"He was a good soldier, his team one of the best."
"A noble sacrifice…"
"…" the generals turned to face 41, who leaned against the wall of the tent, one green eye visibly livid with pent up annoyance.
"Something to say?" the lord asked. 41 shook his head no, turning on his heel and disappearing.
"So? What are they going te do with us?" 02 asked his comrade. 41 shrugged, he rarely spoke among anyone.
"All we can do is hope that 13 survived." 15 growled, looking away from his comrades. 26 sat in a corner, silence only broken by dry sobs. The others glared at 56 with quizzical looks.
"Quit crying. We can't do anything unless 13 returns." 15 snapped fiercely. 56 curled up tighter into the corner, eyes widened with terror.
"Jeez, lay off 15, 56 is just a bit nervous. Right?" 02 nudged his comrade's shoulder. 56 wiped his red eyes on his sleeve, nodding.
41 gazed at the ceiling, oblivious to the other's constant talk.
'What had happened to bring down the best?' he wondered.
A bright light shined on 13's closed eyes, then moved. His mind was muddled, confused, dazed from the wound on his head. Liquid was dripping close by, but he couldn't pinpoint where. Every time he became conscious, he would faint again from the constant agony of his wounds. All he knew was the agony, and endless ideas of torture going through his mind.
Blood pulsed in his ears, ringing throughout his sore body in some crazy rhythm. He finally managed to open one eye without passing out from bright lights. The room was dark, save for a small rectangle of muted light and a rhythmic beep…a heart monitor if his ears weren't playing tricks. 13 turned his head very slightly, taking in the room. Various beeps were heard, some lit screens barely visible in his limited view.
He tried to open his other eye, but it seemed 'stuck', the lids wouldn't move. The arm that could move scuttled slowly up the linen feel until it reached his face, then his eye. The lid seemed glued shut with sticky liquid, strangely empty underneath. 13's mind repeatedly sent signals to the closed eye, but no movement, not even a twitch of the lid.
'What the…' it clicked within a few seconds. His eye was gone, the nerves severed. 13 swore mentally, he must have been in battle or something.
When 13 tried to sit up, pain shot through his body, causing him to cry out, falling back just to black out as his head wound struck the table to which he was lying upon.
The door opened moments later to reveal three uniformed soldiers and one panicked doctor. The doctor rushed over, examining 13's prone form.
"Concussion, he might suffer damage to the brain, since the skull is cracked and quite tender. Ooh, looks like he hit his head again, this won't be easy to explain." The doctor turned to the soldiers "please, let me move this one to a better facility, he's bound to die of internal bleeding inside the skull. Please!"
"Orders from the top, no treatment for the enemy, no matter how injured." One replied grimly. The doctor turned back to 13, eyes glazed with worry, then turned back to the soldiers.
"Well tell this to your 'top', if this boy doesn't get treatment within 24 hours, they'll have no one to interrogate." The doctor turned, storming from the room, muttering about ruthless generals and their over inflated egos. The soldiers turned to follow, but one stayed behind.
"No idea when he'll wake, he's probably dangerous. I'll watch im." The others nodded, and left, the door sliding shut. The soldier turned to the lifeless boy on the table, pulling off the dark helmet. Long red hair spilled down, revealing 'he' to actually be a 'she'. The girl knelt, placing a cold hand on the boy's neck. He had a pulse, but it was weak, and growing weaker.
"Don't worry kid, I won't let you die. I swear I won't." she whispered.
The girl managed to hide her long hair under the helmet, then departed, dimming the lights.