aiden228โ:
humans are fighters. aiden has to give them at least that much. he wouldnโt know why else they are choosing to survive on an already dying planet, desperate to right a couple of their wrongs. aiden wouldnโt know why else his victims would waste so much breathe trying to strike back instead of accepting their inevitable fate. itโs how his faint admiration water downs in exasperation. when yet another knife is frantically buried in his synthetic skin, meant to rob him from a life he wasnโt truly living.
of course, they didnโt know. that the kill is what he lives for. that they have already taken away everything else he would possibly be willing to live for. heโs numbed, feeling nothing more but anger as the neasource gushes out of his stomach, gloved hands tightening around the manโs neck. or maybe itโs what the humans call adrenaline that allows him to ignore the pain for as long as he needs to, veins burning as he watches the light in the manโs eyes snuff out. but it doesnโt last long, the sense of victory, lifeless body dropping to the ground as aidenโs arms grow weak.
he gasps, hands clutching at his stomach as itโs getting harder to breath. it sometimes slips his mind how he is built after humans and therefore carries the same weaknesses. his body requires a certain level of neasource and without it he is just as useless as the corpse that lays by his feet. the gash needs medical attention and as quickly as possible but aiden canโt go back to the defiance base. skye canโt know. she doesnโt need to know. itโs just easier that way, both for him as for her.
leonโฆ
how could he have forgotten about his favourite mechanic? maybe because thereโs a certain roommate thatโs just as keen on asking question as skye is. but aiden is running out of options so he doesnโt have another choice. not if he wants to make out through the night alive. he leaves a short but urgent knock on the door, fingers clutching at the doorframe to steady himself. โezi โ โ is all aiden can murmur, completely for passing greetings, โeziโs not home right?โ
โi got stabbed.โ he explains, arms eagerly curling around leonโs shoulder and leaning most of his weight on his scrawny build. โitโs happened before but the asshole really knew where to strike.โ as soon as aidenโs back hits the couch, his hands are quick to unbutton his black dress shirt and reveal the wound. โyou canโt tell ezi.โ
ย ย the question comes almost comical in the middle of the situation, leon's eyebrows furrow as he tries to find purchase to lift the android properly. aiden's arm on his shoulder, the other curls around his waist. "ezi? what does he have to do with this?" the question leaves his lips, grunted out as he manages to lead them to the couch. his roommate is away at work, and the android needs to take a second not to worry about him too. the question itself hopefully signifies that ezi wasn't there to begin with, but he can't begin to imagine why aiden sounds so determined about ezi not being there.
ย ย however, that's not what he focuses on, not when aiden seems to be struggling already. god knows how much time has passed since he has been hurt, for how long he has been losing neasource for โ it takes a lot for leon to keep calm, hands trembling as they move over aiden's torso, not touching just yet, waiting for an explanation. it comes, and even though it's expected, it still makes the repairman grimace. teeth sinks into his bottom lip as he slowly begins to peel the soiled shirt to see the wound better. "let me see it first, please โ"
ย ย with aiden's help, the shirt is unbuttoned, and he reacts with a sharp intake of breath, already cataloguing what he is going to need to fix him properly. panicking will come later, and he pushes down the concern that threatens to take over him. with more pressing matters at hand, he moves swiftly and takes off his sweatshirt, pressing it over the wound to stem the bleeding for now. the next sentence cuts him out of the trance as he stands up, and he fights the urge to sigh, shaking his head. "i โ he's at work, i might need to ask him to bring some extra neasource, but i'll try to make do with what we have, i promise โ" that's all he can do, and he is sure aiden knows many more questions will come after, once he is sure aiden is patched up and in one piece.
ย ย "let me get my kit, i'll be right back, keep the pressure on the wound, okay? and stay awake." he commands with authority he hardly ever holds, and rushes to his room to pick up his backpack, it's mere seconds later that he runs back into the room, making his way towards aiden's side. "we need to lay you down, can you move for me, just a little, it will be over soon i promise โ"












