Carmila carmine x overlord!reader!who served as a medic in World War 💜🤍part2
You have been leaning over your patient for long minutes now, so focused that you barely hear his ceaseless chatter for he speaks as much to fill the silence as to forget the pain. You let him go on without interruption, accustomed to the fragile mechanisms souls use to keep standing, even in Hell
"I assure you, it’s really nothing serious. I’ve survived far worse than this and lived to tell the tale"
"You may have known worse, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re here, lying on my table, dependent on my care if you want to keep acting like a smartass"
Your movements remain precise, with an almost inhuman steadiness, as if your body still perfectly remembers the actions learned in the mud and the cold back when every wound was an emergency and every breath a reprieve snatched from the chaos
"I suppose, put that way, I don’t really have a valid argument against it"
You are about to reply, without truly shifting your focus, when the door bursts open with such violence that it shatters the room’s controlled calm, imposing a presence that asks for neither permission nor tolerance
Carmilla Carmine strides in without slowing down, without hesitating, and above all without hiding what she holds in her arms her daughter The girl’s body is too limp, her blood too pale
And instantly, without needing to think, something within you understands that this wound defies the usual rules of this Hell
"You are going to save her, because I won’t let you fail, and because I will accept no outcome other than one where she is still breathing"
You straighten up unhurried, yet without wasting a single second, for every moment already counts
"Put her on the table immediately, and don’t do anything that might interfere with what I have to do"
You don’t need to ask for her name, for you recognize Odette, and that simple fact lends even greater gravity to the situation
As you pull back the blood soaked cloth, the truth reveals itself with cold, undeniable brutality
You freeze for a fraction of a second
"Everyone must leave immediately there are no exceptions"
The patient tries to protest, caught between pain and confusion "I can’t leave in this state when you haven’t finished what you started"
"You can stand and walk, which means you can leave this room without further argument"
He hesitates, then yields as everyone else eventually does
Carmilla, however, does not move
"I am staying because I need to see what you are doing, and because I will not leave while my daughter hangs between life and something even worse"
You don’t even bother to meet her gaze
"You may stay only if you can refrain from interfering, from speaking unnecessarily, and from wasting time I do not have"
She does not answer, but her silence is an acceptance
So you set to work, but very quickly, you realize something is resisting.
The blood does not react as it should, the tissues refuse to obey, and you recognize the sensation immediately it is all too familiar
"This wound was inflicted by a sacred weapon, and that complicates everything I can do here"
Carmilla squeezes her daughter’s hand gently, as if that simple touch could still hold back the inevitable
"Yes, and that is precisely why I came here because you are the only one I can entrust this to without losing all hope"
You inhale slowly, never letting your hands lose their precision
"I can try to stabilize her condition by bypassing certain effects, but I can’t promise a miracle"
Her voice, when she answers, is lower more fragile than it has ever been in your presence
"I’m not asking for a miracle I’m asking you to save her, because I refuse to let it end here"
"Then let me work without interrupting"
Time loses its clear shape
Your movements flow, adapt, and shift as you battle something that defies natural logic, imposing your own method where no standard rules truly apply
And finally, almost imperceptibly, her breathing returns it is weak and unsteady, but it is there
You do not allow yourself to stop completely
"Her condition is stable for now, but it remains precarious and will depend on what happens over the next few hours"
Carmilla does not speak immediately, as if she must first come to terms with the reality of what you have just accomplished
"She’ll survive, provided nothing worsens her condition right?"
The silence that follows is anything but comfortable "Who is responsible for this?"
Carmilla stands tall, yet her gaze betrays a newfound tension
"It is a premeditated attack aimed at destabilizing the existing balance of power"
You continue cleaning your instruments without turning fully away from her
"And it directly concerns the creation of Lilith’s Power the very thing I built for Vox which means this is only the beginning"
"And you’re certain it will continue?"
"Then there will be more casualties and likely worse. I hope you realize that what is coming, and what happened to your daughter, is your fault, Carmilla"
She makes no reply, simply lowering her eyes
"I hope you come to understand the danger you are bringing down upon your family and all of Hell"
She says nothing, remaining silent at her daughter’s bedside
A few days later, as an almost suspiciously quiet calm settles over your clinic, you hear a knock at the door delivered with an unusual restraint that contrasts sharply with the usual habits of this place
When you open the door, there is no one there
You carry it inside, set it on your table, and carefully open it
What you discover leaves you frozen for a moment
Inside lies a set of medical instruments of exceptional quality, crafted from materials capable of withstanding the destructive properties of angelic weaponry each piece is perfectly balanced, thoughtfully designed, and tailored specifically to the work only you do here.
You slowly run your fingers over the instruments, aware of what they truly represent
Then… you close the case because you know that the instruments she gave you would be used to save the lives she had put in danger by allying herself with the Vees
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