John watched the double doors swing close after his opponent exited the arena. He swallowed another mouthful of his own blood just as the announcement clicked back on.

"And Spartan Madsen wins!" The announcer exclaimed.

There was no cheeriness in the man's voice. There was no noise in the crowd from the bleachers. He made no noise himself. Why? Because they were all stunned. Madsen had nearly killed him and didn't care. That's why everyone was shocked.

There was a small squeak as the double doors opened again and two medics raced through with a stretcher. John looked down at himself. His armor was covered in mud and his own blood. The armor and undersuit of his left arm had been torn off. The arm itself, well, it was mutilated.

Mutilated and paralyzed.

John sighed wearily, running his right hand across the wound on his chest. The long gash that Madsen's knife had left. The audience slowly egan filing out of the arena as the medics reached him and set down the stretcher.

"Are you alright?" A female medic asked.

John didn't reply, but looked at her, though his neck ached.

"Just get him on the stretcher, okay?" The male responded. He looked at the Chief. "Need us to lift you onto it?"

He slowly shook his head. "I got it."

"Are you sure?" The female asked. "That was a pretty brutal fight you just had."

"I know." He mumbled, running his hand across his destroyed arm.

"Here, Chief." The male spoke up. "Just let us lift you. You're a little too weak to do it yourself."

A small pang of anger flared up at the word weak, but he nodded anyway. "Go ahead."

A new rush of pain flew through him as they lifted him up. His vision swam before his eyes and his body went limp as he passed out.

*X*

Cortana spotted two medics carrying Chief on a stretcher towards the building entrance. They walked along the sidewalk outside and into the hospital, which conveniently was nextdoor. She walked beside them, looking over him. He looked much worse up close than in the bleachers. His breathing was labored too.

The medics turned into the hospital and took the elevator to the fourth floor. They entered a room in the middle of the hall on the right. They gently lifted Chief off of the stretcher and laid him on the medical bed.

*X*

John woke up, however long later, and felt deep pain in his left shoulder. A loud noise echoed in his ears. He blinked his eyes open and glanced at the arm, seeing something cutting into it. His already labored breathing increased.

"Relax." The doctor ordered. "And don't move, unless you want to lose more than your arm."

"Okay." He forced the word out.

His teeth bit into his lower lip as he felt whatever was cutting off his arm reach the bone. The pain increased majorly and he squeezed his eyes shut. The pain spread into the left side of his neck and his chest. Suddenly, he no longer felt the pain as he passed out again.

*X*

The doctors were gone. In fact, Cortana had found out a way to make herself seem like one of them.

She made sure that she was put in charge of John.

The man she loved.

It'd been a few hours, but he still hadn't woken up from the amputation. The doctors had put a metal arm in place of the other one. The soldier's armor had been washed and thrown in the corner. Not to mention, the pieces of the arm and back had been found in the arena and added to the pile. His undersuit had been torn off of his body and laid on the counter of the room.

Cortana pulled closed a curtain that seperated John from the rest of the room. She removed the blanket from his naked body and laid it on the counter too. She undressed herself and put her clothes on the counter with everything else. Then she locked the door and went back behind the curtain.

Cortana stood at the side of the medical bed. She reached out and ran her hand down John's body. From head to toe. Then she began moving her hand back up him, but stopped when it reached his genitals. With an excited girly squeal, she latched her hands on his crotch. She rubbed it, trying to wait another moment for what she really wanted to do. She couldn't. She shoved the penis inside her vagina. She began moving his body in a way that made his unconscious self start pumping her. She moaned in delight and climbed on top of him. She pulled herself up so that her face was level with his. Her hands began rubbing his body as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him amorously. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He left hand traced his abs and muscles, while her left one rubbed his face and ran through his hair.

She let out another loud moan of pleasure, squeezing him tighter. She continued this for another hour, until she grew exhausted and stopped. She pulled his crotch from her, seed dripping everywhere. She turned around on him, planting her rear on his chest. She wrapped her legs around his back. She stuck the crotch in her mouth. She began sucking on it.

*X*

John slowly regained consciousness. Pain seared through his left shoulder, but stopped suddenly halfway through the shoulder. He knew why. At least, he thought he knew. He opened his eyes and glanced at the shoulder and where his arm should be. To his surprise, there was metal attached to his shoulder, but he couldn't see where it led to because Cortana was on top of him. He didn't even take notice of it...yet. Wait...Cortana is on top of me? What!?

John didn't move, trying to think of what she was doing. Then he took note of the suckling sensation on his crotch and the wetness around it. Based on the fact that she was facing the opposite way, he figured it out with a pang of shock. He easily and carefully pulled the metal from underneath her with his right arm. To his delight, it was a metal arm. It was attached and everything. He balled the fingers into a fist at normal speed. He couldn't help, but to give a small smile. He had two working arms still after all.

The smile faded and he poked Cortana's leg. "What are you doing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The suckling stopped and his crotch was released. "Glad you're alright." Cortana's embarrassed voice came.

A smile came onto his face at her discomfort. "A little sore, but yeah, I'm alright."

Cortana climbed off of him. "You did your best." She murmured quietly.

"I should've kept fighting." John sighed, rolling his left shoulder. "I could've done better."

"Maybe he sabotaged your armor?" She suggested.

He shook his head, slamming the metal fist into the bed. "He didn't. It's just old. I've had that armor for awhile, you know that."

"You can't win every fight, John." Cortana reminded him.

Chief sat up, glancing at her. "You're right." He agreed, running his regular hand through his disheveled reddish-brown hair. He managed a small smile. "Not as strong as I used to be."

"You're still the strongest to me." She smiled lovingly.

"Thanks." He chuckled. "Are we free to leave?"

"I'd say yes." Cortana nodded. "Though…"

"Yeah…" John looked down at himself, knowing what she was thinking. "We should probably cover ourselves first."

Cortana began slipping hers on. "I'll go grab you an undersuit in a minute."

"Alright." He responded, slowly getting to his feet. "Sounds good to me."

She finished dressing and put on a doctor's coat. She gave him a wink before leaving the room. According to the only clock in the room, he'd been unconscious for six hours. He gave a slow nod of unsurprise. He ran his hand along his left arm, feeling the cool metal. He knew that it'd take some getting used to; living with a metal arm. He walked over to his armor and lifted his helmet up. He gently felt his fingers along the cracked glass. I'll need to get that replaced…

He quickly inspected the rest of his armor, finding a stab in the thigh and a gash across the chest. And that...might as well get a whole new set of armor. He set the armor back where he'd found it just as the door opened and Cortana re-entered.

The former AI held a perfect sized undersuit in her hands. And to his liking, it was black like his old one.

"Here." Cortana tossed it to him. "Put that on."

John gave a small nod, obeying. Once he finished, he spotted her tidying up the room. "So, what about my armor?"

"Well, maybe there's a box in here." She shrugged.

He rolled his eyes. He searched all of the cabinets, but the best thing he found was a trash bag. It'll do...He carried it over to his armor. Piece by piece, he loaded his armor into it. He slung it over his good shoulder, holding it tightly with his metal arm.

"Ready?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep." Cortana nodded, throwing the lab coat on the back of the door.

They exited the building and stood outside, waiting for a taxi.