Short drabble today, because I'm up way later than I should be writing this, especially with how early I have to wake up tomorrow.
Today's inspiration/prompt was from my visit to the doctor to get my blood taken. I couldn't help but lend Shepard a little bit of my fear of shots…because who would expect her to be? This drabble is set in Mass Effect, right after the beacon on Eden Prime.
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16 Days-Medbay
I had made a pact with myself early on that there were some things that no one was ever to know about me. If I was to be taken seriously as a high ranking officer in the Alliance, then certain things needed to stay quiet. It would not be taken well if people knew that Commander Shepard, the Hero of Elysium, hated medbays.
The sterile and cold walls watched carelessly as soldiers-people I had fought alongside, joked with, and bled with-left this world. Around the Alliance standard cots was muted grieving, those trying to cope with loss without showing any crack in their exterior. It was also where I had ended up several times, wasting time healing while my people fought in my place. And modern medicine, so full of shots and needles…Yes, I hated medbays. I had seen too many in my day.
So when I found myself in the Normandy's medbay, dazed and bewildered, fighting off the confusion from what must have been a beacon fueled dream, I groaned inwardly. Forcing calmed breaths, I attempted to open my eyes.
"Doctor Chakwas? I think she's waking up." A voice came from somewhere next to me. A male voice that was inexplicably soothing. I opened my eyes to the face of Kaidan Alenko.
Suddenly, medbays were not so bad.