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“Holo and the vial”
Cyberpunk red team nameless Cybernation Uncensored
The sound of flesh impacting flesh, the smell of blood. my mouth tastes of bile. I watched It, I had to watch it. It was the lest I could do is watch, to know what happen, to fix it till the next round comes. My face is cold not with indifference or a sense of superiority but out self-preservation. Never Lets People like this to know what bugs you, not if you are smart and I’m more than a pretty face. I’m a damn good Doctor, that was only slightly to my favor.
I wasn't in danger, yet, if I play along. And keep tonight entertainment live long enough too kill each other longer, that was my job. Any job from “Kid” was never good but I owe my team. I was going to be spare parts, dead and shipped off in different trucks. The cold porcelain of the bath tub as I waited death. I shiver in my soul on how close I was to be meat on the rack. They called in a favor, much to my distaste I will do this damn job. ‘I'm a damn good doctor.’ I know what I’m doing but this is horrible, I cant even show my distaste of this whole club cage match thing. I want to scream at them to stop to say what are you doing? But I know why they do this, a sick thrill of death, my stomach rolls.
The poor people are the meat to a grinder. The victims from all over the map throw in to fight to the death, those who don’t die tonight will be healed to fight another even rougher day. The fighter the one bosses actually almost care about, they start the fights in the cages, ordinary people against trained fighter, Then there are the enforcers beside me, to see that I do the job.
As I rap up the last of the injuries of this poor woman her broken arm is set and she to be pushed back in to the cage, it’s a waste of good medicine and my hard work, I’m a professional and I don’t half asses my work.
I heal them the best I can, but if the pain did not stop Her words, Would they thank me? Or do they hate me for prolong this long fight, this cacophony of pain.
The enforcers hand me a vial, it is meditation or so they say? It is for the fighter if need, they say. I don’t even know what they want. This easily will kill if handed without care. Do they want the fighter to die too? How do I even ask? Without getting the deadly attention my way? Ignorance is not a good look for these people to see.
I have a vial of who knows what, but I’m am to use it if need, needed? fucking needed?! how am I to know if it would just be the poison the kills them. This shady shit vial is for the antagonist fuckers. I don’t know who thought this was a great idea. it is wrong, it not how being a doctor works. But following orders was what was going to keep me alive. I was close enough to death this week and I do not care for this.
This meat grinder takes a break from its fight again to send another man into my care. He was a big man, one if the instigators of the fight, one that made the unfairly severity of the fight, even more clear. Who knows why he does this? For joy of death? To save somebody? The money? Slavery? I don’t know a will never will, I’m doing my best but the cards are not in his favor.
This will 50/50 will kill him but with nothing, I can give him will save him. This place is a death trap with inconsistent medicine facilities.
“the shady shit,” I called it in my mind so many times that it slide out when talking to the man.
The panic Is real in his eyes, I calm him down, barely.
the chant “do no harm, do no harm” was in my head. She was sick! She hated working in places like this.
There was nothing to do except this hail Mary, more like hell Mary.
“do no harm” their was tears in her soul she had learned not to let them fall down her face.
The man trusted her to fix him. Her metal arm ached with phantom pain, I had it Holo plated it was pretty to look at with the rainbow in the metal coat but I miss my old arm. The cancer has been long since cut away but the memories still remain. The damn arm was her name sake. No one called her Adelaide anymore, rarely even her last name. Would being calling Doctor Traversi be so hard?
Her flesh arm can feel the life of this man, the beat of his heart. Sweat rolls over tattoos of different candy and sweet treats to purple medical gloves.
To cause hurt like this with out a cause more than her stormy face never say. She was going out on the limb. He made his probably criminally under informed to choose. He wanted this shady shit that I hope is adrenaline but It could be Blue Glass for all I know, I inject the needle. Against my better judgment inject the mystery vial of shady shit in to his right ass cheek, the large muscle letting the vial the absorb a little bit slowly in an intramuscular injection. I don’t know if I should pray for his survival, as his survival means more deaths of every in the meat grinder. Not that the loss of one fight would stop this tragedy. Or even slow down the night.
“do no harm”
I put in in his body, he seem fine, when back in to the cage, to fight to the death.
It was 5 min before he started to show sign that it was the wrong meditation, it was his poison.
I called to him, called him back but I was unheard. Unheeded I had seconds but I would be dead if I walk in that cage. The doctor can’t pick favorite in this game. At less not in the open like that.
My voice was horse, I screamed and scream for them to stop. They wanted him to live, he wasn’t going too. He needed to stop but he beat the victim more, he is dying. This is my fault
I cant be blamed, but I know better, but I am not in charge here, and the boss say use it.
I am guilty but I will walk free, I did what I was told, it just was the wrong thing to do.
he dies. I can see when his heart brakes in his chest, I watch him die, it is the lest I can do.
“do no harm” echos in my head, see how far you have fallen, I had such high hopes. High hopes for my self. Night city eats high hopes.
I hope people burn for this, but functionally I’m one of the people in their eyes. Just an evil doctor, a woman with a Holo metal arm.