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Michael was never the type of person to show any type of emotion—even if it would benefit him. Ever since his first patient had gotten terminated, she had seemed to have her brain over her heart. She was more logical, more willing to shove down her emotions instead of genuinely feeling them. As embarrassing as it sounds to her, Sean’s had to pry a bit out of her.
Despite this, it feels… Relieving, that is, when she finally decides to talk after Sean pesters her about it nonstop. It sort of feels like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders, albeit forcefully.
“Hey, Mikey!” Whoever it was, their voice sounded enthusiastic. Michael could take a pretty good guess on who it was.
“What do you want, Sean?”
“Nothin’ much.” Sean walked into Michael’s room, closing the door behind her. “Say, where have you been thinking of bringing 'em to next? Any world in particular?”
“No? Not… Off the top of my head. I know I’ve been thinking of a few, but I wouldn’t remember immediately.” Michael was more focused on the screen, watching CB to make sure he didn’t die. Surprisingly, he hasn’t—not yet at least. It’s only been around one or two hours since they were sent to the planet. “Also, shouldn’t you be watching Crown?”
Sean raised an eyebrow, her face shifting into more of a confused look. “Do you really think Crown, of all objects, would die?” She turned to look at the screen instead of Michael, putting her hands on her hips. She stood staring at the screen for a few seconds before speaking, “Why are you so worried about my patient?”
“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe because you should be focusing on them instead of focusing on something we could always do something about when they finish their mission!” Michael’s arms were tensed and beginning to shake at this point. She couldn’t understand why Sean couldn’t take anything seriously. She also didn’t understand how Sean was able to operate four patients successfully. Four! How was she able to have that many, compared to Michael? Hell, why did Michael have to end up with a terminated patient? Why–
…Why? Why couldn’t she have been useful back then? Is she now? She knew she was putting both Sean and herself at risk doing this. They’ve both already fucked up.
What if you get terminated? What if Sean gets terminated?
Fuck. It’s bound to happen one day. Why would she agree to this? What was she thinking?
Why does she keep lashing out like that?
…
Sean had noticed Michael’s lashouts like this. They had happened frequently, usually around or at her. It was understandable enough, she knew what had happened with his patient. Even still, she needed help—although she doesn’t usually yell at anybody that quickly.
“Michael–”
“What?!”
Sean stepped back, her eyes wide.
Woah. Okay. Maybe she should leave Michael alone for now?
“Hey, I’m gonna get outta here.”
Michael didn’t respond.
Sean walked out, formed one of those weird drivable bubbles using her menu, and took off. She knows she’s been visiting Michael’s room often, and she doesn’t usually leave until a bit later, usually only staying around ten or twenty minutes. Along with the fact that it's beginning to get around the time that ###### was terminated wasn’t helping.
Oh.
That’s right.
She slowed her bubble so as to not crash into anybody, beginning to zone out. She had heard somewhere that an object’s body usually remembers before their minds. That could easily be plausible for originally four-dimensional objects as well, which made sense when she thought about it for at least a minute.
I hope he’s okay. I’ll check on him tomorrow.