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the cool wind of the deserted warehouse blew past my battered form as my heavy footsteps echoed around the hallways. the ever so annoying hum-buzz of The S.Q. had died down quite a bit ever since the past few missions. huh, seems like Bossman really did clean up the place. i continued walking around base, going through some twists and turns. as i exited one of the doors, i had entered the new area. the door closed shut behind me, as i took in a breath.
immediately once i took a glance around, i had caught sight of a bright light coming from one of the room's large hallways. i hesitated taking a step forward, instead taking a look around. the floor tiles still had some dark smears on them, with the words "QUARTERMASTER" with an arrow pointing to the door i had just came out of.
there were two pipes: one small and one large, going both in the same direction that both connect to some sort of power source. below that power box, there was a smaller, however wider box. probably for sitting down on. there were three monitors on the ceiling, all filled with small, unreadable text.
as i was looking around the now cleaned medical area, i was snapped out of my thoughts by some low humming. now, who could that be..? i stepped closer to the sound source, albeit hesitantly. as i turned the corner, i looked up.
there stood a G03LM over 7 feet tall, wearing a surgical mask and some sort of nurse hat. his head had quite a number of burn scars and stitches, however he seemed happy. interesting.
he was wearing a pristine white lab coat, while under it is a light grey turtleneck. he was wearing a stethoscope around his neck, as well as an ID that read, "Skinner M.D.". huh. who might this guy be? he also wore dark grey shoes.
as i was snapped out of my thoughts, the large G03LM took a glance at me from his clipboard. "Ah, hello! I have not seen you around here, are you perhaps our.. leader, of sorts?" he asked me, with a deep gruff voice, yet with a friendly tone.
good god, this dude is starting to fill my fuckin thoughts. "yeah. the name's stygian, if ya haven't heard." god, i hate my voice. "Of course, of course. It is splendid to meet you, Stygian! However.. I do know a.. person(?), with the same name, and he isn't exactly.. the best." he explained, averting his gaze.
"oh. well you can call me shannon if ya want." i replied, shrugging and placing both my hands inside of my coat pockets. "Shannon, what a nice nickname! In case you have not noticed yet, my name is Skinner M.D., or you may call me Doctor Ghoul! Haha," he covered his mouth with his glove-covered hand. "No, please call me Skinner. It is a pleasure to meet you!"
i looked to the side, slightly blushing. "nice to meet ya too. i get that you're the team medic?" i said, looking back up at him again. "Ah, yes! I am The S.Q.'s 'medic'. I'm here to put you back together after you're having a rough day!" he explained enthusiastically. "nice. since you're the new medic.. you mind fixin' me up a bit?" i tiredly said, holding up my left arm. "Oh my, that is quite a deep gash. Come, I can patch you up." he said, patting the hospital bed that he was standing at. i briefly nodded, as i went over to the aforementioned bed. i sat down, placing my gaze on the floor. "Now, would you mind staying still for me, please? The more you co-operate, the faster you can go and do what you wish." He calmly states, "sure," i pause, "i gotta high pain tolerance anyway, 's fine." i finish.
it was an awkward silence between Skinner and i, with the occassional sounds of equipment being put down or being grabbed. however, i find it somewhat comforting. "yo skinner." i attempt to start up a conversation, despite never having any sort of social skill. "Hm?" "what's it feel like bein' a medic?" "Oh! Helping people get back on their feet after a rough day with a rough wound, it feels quite nice! I love putting people back together anyways." he chirped. i hummed, continuing to look at the floor. he seems so happy and optimistic, it's surprising. i could even hear the smile when he's talking.
"And.. finished! You are free to leave now, Shannon." he exclaimed, packing away his medical equipment. i looked up at him, and down at my now patched up wound. i look back up at his face, "can i.. stay here?" i ask him, as his face lights up at the question. "Of course you can! You may stay here for as long as you'd like." he chirps, happily putting his hands together. after a short pause, he grabs his clipboard and begins.. reading it? i dunno what he's doing with that clipboard. i lie down on the hard and cold hospital bed, as i stare aimlessly at the dull ceiling.
why did Bossman call specifically Skinner? why not Doc? maybe because he's helping another group and keeping tabs on the A.A.H.W.? but he has to at least take breaks, right? or not, considering that the agency or the nexus project could do anything at any time. calling Skinner is probably a good idea. i mean, with how he's treating me right now, i can see that people can get used to that. why is he so kind in this hellhole of an american state? is he faking it? or is he genuine? i don't know at this point, man. he seems like a cool guy to hang around, but he's a doctor. he probably doesn't have that much time to talk. i think. i wonder how he would act if he was in a rel-
i flinched as Skinner's voice dragged me out of my thoughts. "It's getting a bit late, Shannon. You may want to head to your living quarters now." he calmly stated, looking at the digital clock. i turned my head and looked at his large frame through half-lidded eyes, "i wanna sleep here." he seemed taken aback at the question, as he looked down at me. "Are you sure? These types of hospital beds can hurt your back and/or neck." he questioned. "i'm sure. i just like your company." and with that reply, i turned to my side and closed my eyes. "good night, skinner."
he chuckled, leaning down towards me, as he planted a kiss on the back of my head. "Good night, Shannon."
THE_END.