Tears of blood
Ch. 8
"T-Takeo?" Richtofen gazed up at the Japanese man, dizziness taking control of his mind. He could only see the silhouette of the man, standing over him, inspecting him. "Takeo-" He tried to speak again,
"Quiet, doctor. The pain wirr cease if you rerax." The man mumbles quietly before beginning to attend to the doctor's wounds. Richtofen laid there, begrudgingly, deep in thought, until Takeo stood,
" Takeo?" Richtofen asked once again, sitting up, " Vh-vhy did you save me? Vere is Dempshey?" He attempted to stand, but was pushed back by Takeo,
" He wirr be fine. I did not hit him very hard... Actuarry, he ferr quite easiry... very dishonorable.." Takeo shook his head and backed away to give the doctor some much needed space, and air. The man stood, not without trouble and supported himself with the wall. He looked up at Takeo, once again. Something was... different about him. He could it was just his specially trained eyes at work.. Or perhaps not. Takeo gave him a questioning look,
" Something wrong, Richtofen?" he asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. The doctor looked away,
" Nein." he finally decided, " It is nozhing." he said as he limped away to find the drunk Russian.
He stopped and looked back at Takeo once more, staring into his clear, silver like eyes.
Wait... Silver? His eyes were brown!
Richtofen opened his mouth to let a flurry of questions be spat out at the Japanese imperial soldier, but he interrupted him,
" I am grad I courd help you. Good bye now!" He said as he rounded the corner quickly. When Richtofen turned to follow him, he saw nothing?
" Hiw could zhere be nozhing zhere? Takeo vas just here?" he shook his head and turned back around.
He had other, more important things to worry about than that mere test subject. He had to find Nikolai and Dempsey. He walked down to the stage and sat on the stairs of the podium that was placed in the middle of the room. He remembered standing right there. Giving orders and what not... but now...
Doctor Richtofen shook his head. Had to stay focused... No matter what.
He heard a clattering sound behind him that made the hair on he back of his neck stand on end. He stood up and aimed his Raygun at the intruder. But some of his alarm soon washed away once he saw the Marine, walking slowly over to him. He didn't look absolutely pissed off, as he did earlier, but he didn't appear pleased either.
Well, it was safe to say that Richtofen was still alarmed.
Dempsey sat down next to him, crossing his arms over his chest for a moment, before turning to the doctor,
" L-look, doc... I-I'm sorry... Ok? I didn't want to hurt you... I just- my... My anger got the best of me, is all."
Richtofen knew how hard it wod have been for Tank to apologize to him. He turned back to Dempsey, a small smile creeping up to the corners if his mouth,
" Zhank you, Dempshey..." he said before enveloping him in a warm, loving hug. Dempsey kissed his cheek.
" I'll never let you go." he said.
Richtofen was truly elated... euphoric, almost,
But he couldn't stop thinking about what was wrong with Takeo's eyes.