Waking up and getting explanations -Closed-
{BGM, played through an iphone XZ and an speaker: “Plastic Love” }
‘This ain’t-t that ba-ad’, is the thought of the lone nurse of the Zolubu Manor, the 26 year old Mikan Tsumiki, former Ultimate High School Nurse, before the ‘Worst Event in Earthkind’s History’ happened for one whole year, 7 years ago, back in 2039, having an thick, tall pear-shaped body, which would be called ‘exaggerated’ in other universes, besides the sub-type of Medikus Gorgon fairy maid, that are not like lamia, with an lower body of an serpent, of the 18 Fairy Maid Legions, stationed in the recovery room, in the 9th floor, top one out of 9 of the whole massive, and tall, Zolubu mansion, as she gets done patching and bandaging some parts of her female patient. This woman, called 11 thanks to Momiji, the white wolf tengu guardian for the outside of the three layers of bastion star walls, crashed into the forest grounds on her large space ship, seemingly from an dimensional rift, according to video evidence and eyewitnesses’ accounts around the manor, and got brought in by Momiji for Mikan to be treated.
Now, she is done, despite this woman sleeping for almost 8 hours, since that it is only has been 12 hours since 40 a.m., the time when the ship crash happened, with 44 hours left of the 96 hours in every single day since the dawn of this red and green planet, and as Mikan checks her wrist-watch, seeing that it is now 4 p.m. So, Mikan stretches a bit and double checks on 11 when she heard scuffling and see movement to her surprise, spiking up her nervousness.
“Ah-h! She is awake...”
Mikan said to herself in her shocked state. But, in her head, she asks herself: ‘Has this woman woke up from sleeping for just 8 hours? That is strange! And Dr. Kurisu will have stars in her pupils when she hears this info! I got to tell her that...’ Mikan then grabs her BLU-tech Apple tablet from her desk, turns it on, types her password in, quickly messages Dr. Kurisu, the lead researcher and scientist of the manor’s servant staff, about this sudden development, who is in her laboratory one floor down, on the 8th floor, and then, gently shakes 11′s right shoulder, asking her, as she nervously shakes.
“Um, miss 11. You are doing-g OK-K? Can you hear-r m-me alright-t?” She then interlock her hands together, leaning forward, and sweating bullets that she might have to treat 11 more and deal with her condition getting suddenly worse.
