Taejin Mission 011: The Night Fight | Noel, Squall, Hope and Aerith
Aerith nearly fell on her face as she hastily jumped off her chocobo, its own labored breathing mirroring the medic's. She didn't stop to take a breath---as much as her lungs pleaded for relief---when she burst through the briefing room's doors. Time was of the utmost essence. Her eyes painfully adjusted to the sudden lighting of the briefing room's interior, quick to notice the familiar face of Squall Leonhart and the not-so familiar face of Noel Kreiss. In any other given moment, Aerith would have been her usual amiable, cheery self and warmly introduced herself, but Hope's life was on the line and Aerith was in a sort of frenzy. She needed to get to her clinic. Now.
The medic decided to explain the situation on the way, she hurriedly ran past the two men and motioned them to follow quickly. Her legs burned as Aerith made her way to the infirmary, unfamiliar to the long, incessant duration of her pace.
"H-hope. He's in trouble. On our way back---Behemoth. Poisoned too and getting worse. On his own right now. Need to help him and----" she struggled to explain clearly and calmly, her mind spinning in anxiety and adrenaline. Getting to the clinic, she ran toward her medication cabinet and clumsily grabbed for a potent antidote. She grabbed the hand of the closest man to her and closed his fingers around the phial, along with a syringe and its needle. "You have to administer this into his jugular vein---" She demonstrated and pointed to a point in her neck with one hand and to the soldier's site on his with the other,"---Hope will die in no time if you don't do it right or soon enough.That specific spot as soon as you see him." Aerith thought she'd cry when the word "die" left her lips. It was out of her hands now, the obligation now fell on Squall and Noel, and yet she still felt responsible. Guilty even.
She realized how confused the two comrades must have felt, the flurry of words and the sudden given task of jabbing a needle into someone's neck else they'll lose their life. But Aerith couldn't apologize or reiterate herself, she just wanted them gone to Hope's aid. It was painful to watch Hope struggle with both the beast and the ailment he suffered, to force herself to leave him like this. All Aerith could do was get here, and now that she was all she could do was croak:
