Mortal Kombat; Second Chance
~A/N~ Eno-on: Hello everyone welcome back to this story focused on Mileena, who Netherrealm Studios has put into MK11 two editions later.
No-one: I personally believe Netherrealm hates Mileena, because in the new timeline she has had no wins, gets executed and then her moves are given to Kitana.
Eno-on: Thank you for that, now without further delay, back to the story.
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Disclaimer: I don't own ~"Mortal Kombat"~
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~Chapter 3 Road to Recovery~
"I think that it is a very bad idea" Johnny argued "you can't be serious Sonya?"
"Look I don't like it either, but let's face it we need all the help we can get" Sonya responded "besides she needs to go through extensive physical therapy before she can even begin to help".
"Sonya do you believe she can help?" asked Kenshi, he was a man of average height with short, dark hair and a red cloth covering his eyes, he had a black bodysuit with red highlights, a sash with a dragon on it and a pauldron on his right shoulder and black boots and knee pads.
"If she is anything like Kitana or Jade, she'll be a lot of help" Sonya answered "but we can't rely on her for now".
"Fine, but can I say I don't like the idea of bringing the butterface in?" said Johnny.
"Easy now, don't push yourself too hard" the doctor scolded, as Mileena struggled to sit up, she watched the patient ignore her, sighing she helped Mileena sit up, noticing the way she flinched at the doctor's touch.
Mileena stared in shock and horror at the state of her limbs and how skinny they were, her arms in a worse state then her legs, they twitched as she attempted to move.
"Stop" the doctor ordered, Mileena freezing in place at the volume, before turning to the other woman, "Thank you, my name is Dr Lewis and I've been placed in charge of your recovery".
"How long will it take?" Mileena asked uncertainly, turning to stare at her limbs.
"From what I've seen, it could take years" Lewis answered, Mileena's head snapped back to stare her in the eyes, "But your biology may change that".
"I'm hungry" Mileena mumbled.
"I don't doubt that" the doctor replied "but you won't be able to keep a lot down at the moment".
"Oh okay" Mileena spoke quietly, with her head down.
The doctor let out a long sigh "I'm not saying this to be mean" She spoke softly "this is for your own good so you can recover".
"Thank you" Mileena muttered.
"She's recovering this quickly?" Sonya asked the doctor with clear disbelief in her voice.
"Yes, and I am just as shocked as you are lieutenant" Lewis answered "she shouldn't be on her feet within a month, granted she still needs support when walking but still..."
"Still that recovery speed is impressive" Sonya replied "I might have to her DNA analyzed, anything else?".
"Two things actually" Lewis started "One, anytime there is a mirror in her room, she'll do something to either obscure or break it, and two, the moment she built enough muscle in her arms she tore off the bottom of her shirt off, she's been wearing it like a mask outside of meal times".
"Interesting… I'll see about getting her clothes returned to her" said Sonya "and get that mirror removed".
"That should cheer her up" the doctor sighed with a small smile "she acts like a child sometimes, but she behaves at least".
Mileena paced back and forth in her room, leaning heavily on the crutches provided to her by Dr Lewis, she kept her pace constant despite the complaints from her limbs, she was walking towards her bed when the door behind her opened with an almost inaudible creak, turning to see who it was, Mileena stumbled, falling harshly against her bed.
Sonya walked in just in time to see Mileena land on her bed and smack her head against the wall "You okay?" she asked politely.
"I'm fine" Mileena snapped rubbing the back of her head, not realizing her makeshift mask had slipped, she soon noticed that the lieutenant was holding something, "What's in the box?".
"Dr Lewis said you've been good, and you need cheering up" Sonya replied not addressing the question "So your old clothes have been cleaned" she answered, shaking the box slightly "However I'll ask for blood sample before I give it to you".
"Why?" Mileena whined.
"Because I said so" Sonya answered harshly, noticing the other woman flinch at the tone, "We're trying to understand you and how you're body works" the Military officer said softer tone, "Now will you give a blood sample?".
"Fine, I'll do it" Mileena agreed "now can I have it?".
Sonya sighed before marching across the room and placing the box on the bed's free corner, before stepping back.
With the energy of a kid on Christmas, Mileena tore lid off the box before throwing it across the room, instantly she withdrew her mask from inside, she reached for the makeshift veil she'd made out of her shirt only to notice it had slid from her face and was now resting on her collar bone like a neckerchief, almost immediately she turned away from Sonya and slid her mask over her head.
When she turned back to face Sonya, her face properly covered, she eagerly looked back in to the box "Wait, where are my weapons?" Mileena asked.
"We'll give your sai back when you've fully recovered".
"Okay" said Mileena sounding like she was pouting, reaching back over she pulled her hot pink attire from Outworld, her eyes lit up slightly before Sonya took it from her "Hey!".
"No, just no" Sonya replied "I understand showing a body you're proud of, but this is ridiculous" The blonde then gestured to the windows in the suit "And this offers no protection in combat".
"So do have to keep wearing this?" Mileena asked, pointing to the jogging pants and torn t-shirt exposing her midriff that she currently wore.
"Those are for your recovery, they're light and comfortable" Sonya answered "I'll let you keep your boots" Mileena's eyes lit up again "But you should let your leg muscles recover more before you walk in them".
"Fine" Mileena agreed, placing her boots at the end of her bed.
Mileena sat up on her bed, tired from sleep as the door to her room creaked open.
"Good morning Mileena" Dr Lewis said politely as she walked in carrying a clipboard and a small case "Because you agreed to it yesterday, I've come for a blood sample, but I thought we could update your file first".
"My file?".
"The information we have on you" Lewis explained "so we know how to best help you in the future".
"Okay" Mileena agreed.
"I guess we should start with the basics" Lewis stated simply, sitting down on a chair brought in the day before "Is Mileena your full name?".
"Yes".
"How old are you?" the doctor asked, only receive a confused look, "I mean when were you… made?".
"I don't know" Mileena answered clearly thinking "when was Outworld's tournament?".
"Roughly two years ago now" Lewis answered.
"I think a bit before then" Mileena replied, not noticing the look shock on the doctor's face, "My earliest memory is from around that time".
"You're only two?!" she practically shouted, eyes wide "I think we should schedule a psychiatrist for you".
"Okay" Mileena responded not understanding the other woman's panic.
"I think I should collect that blood sample and we can finish this some other time" the doctor decided "could you hold out your dominant arm please" Mileena complied holding out her left arm.
Reaching into the small case she brought with her, Lewis grabbed the syringe with one hand and Mileena's wrist with the other hand, "Now this may sting a little, but try the hold still please" she lined the needle with the crux of Mileena's elbow, before breaking the skin.
Mileena winced slightly, gritting her teeth behind her mask, looking away until it was over, she felt Lewis pull away before pressing something down where the needle went in, looking down she saw a small plaster.
"There we go, no problems" Lewis said softly "I think that will be all for today Mileena".
"When can I start training?" Mileena asked the now leaving doctor "I need to get stronger".
"Soon Mileena" She answered "soon".
~A/N~ Eno-on: Finally this chapter is done, you need to work better.
No-one: I know.
Eno-on: Anyway new chapter is out, and still haven't gotten a good story name yet.
Eno-on: Any suggestions are appreciated.
Eno-on: Eno-on out.
