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Connie was laying on Steven's bed, her downcast face looking at the setting sun through the window of the loft while the television droned on with some old program from the 80's on it.
The young woman wasn't in the best of moods. Noboby would be if your left arm had to be cut off because some gem assassin from Homeworld tried to kill your commander/Boyfriend with a poison coated blade that happened to barely graze your finger.
She could still feel the venom slowly coursing through her missing veins, burning her cells one by one as it advanced towards her arm. The pain made her to recall the event once again.
The newly established Crystal gems were capturing a mobile outpost that Homeworld had placed in orbit next to Neptune.
Steven and the original Crystal Gems were leading an unit to capture the outpost, and at some point, they got attacked by a gem that could bend the light around her to become partially invisible.
Said gem had the mission to assassinate Steven, but Connie had somehow found the enemy and thwarted her plans for a stealthy approach while The hybrid dealt with a quartz fusion by himself.
They engaged in battle and Connie emerged victorious after stabbing the gem in her stomach.
However, her victory was short lived, as Connie's left middle finger was wounded by the assassin's blade during their fight.
Connie claimed that it was only a scratch and was quick to dismiss any worries.
But when blackness began to spread out from the scratch, The woman let out a horrible, pained scream.
By the time the black had reached her elbow, Connie had managed to cut off her bloodstream with a piece of cloth and was begging Steven, who came to the scene as soon as he heard her scream, to sever her arm with her own weapon.
Knowing that the other option was leaving her to die, Steven took the pink sabre with tears running in his eyes. Connie had extended her blackened forearm away from her body, Her face had a mixture of pain, despair, anger, fear and sadness as the unkown toxin slowy crept towards her bicep.
With a scream from Steven, He Swiftly slashed at her girlfriend's arm, cleanly cutting off a part of the arm that was millimeters away from the sick black skin. The now missing limb turned completely dark before starting to sizzle and evaporate as red embers began to appear on it. Connie glanced at the arm with a grin before passing out due to a mix between the shock and the blood loss.
When she woke up, She was inside a bed in Delmarva's general hospital. Steven and her mother were at her side with tears in their eyes.
She was chastised by her mother moments before she wrapped her in a tight hug when she remembered what happened.
Steven had brought her back to earth via Lion and got her to the only place he knew someone would treat a human wound properly. And after explaining how he got almost killed by the doctor, got forgiven and then consoled, he told her about the procedure she underwent.
After a couple of days in the hospital with Steven by her side instead of being on the battlefield planning another raid into another Homeworld base, she got permission to leave the building and go to the Beach House, where she was nursed by a worried Steven.
For once in a really long time, She felt useless. She couldn't stand up by herself, or do the cleaning of her own house during her time there without falling or breaking something because she still felt her hand.
The pink armship that once belonged to pink Diamond had even returned to earth after taking the outpost belonging to Yellow Diamond, carrying Connie's friends and the bubbled gemstones of the captured enemies. Connie always enjoyed the Gems' company whenever she felt lonely, but right then, it only made her feel worse.
She sulked around the house/base, not even cheering up after her family went to visit her.
The painkillers she got in the hospital weren't as powerful as Steven's spit, but they made the burning sensation go away at times.
But the worst part of those weeks was watching Steven. His face ridden with guilt and sadness, as he not only had failed to protect Connie, but had also being the one who left her like that.
So, his visits to the house became scarce, and whenever he got to look at Connie, he only showed her his regrets and self hatred.
And now, The young woman was sitting alone on the loft's bed staring at her missing arm, somehow still feeling fingers that aren't there anymore.
She felt like the magical life she was living with Steven was only a dream and now she had woken up abruptly from it.