Ashe sat on top of a table in a room at the deadlock base, wishing she had another pair of fingers to fiddle with. At this moment Ashe was nervous like never before. Not only did she make the women she loved worry, but Ashe herself wasn't doing so hot either.
It had been a while since it happend, the removal of her arm, but it felt like it just happened. She had no medic on base so all the wound had was a couple of bandages on it. It's true that she should've called at least Angela for medical reasons, but this is what Ashe wanted. She had never questioned herself like this before. This was completely new. Her hat was on her lap and her cheeks were red. You could tell she was crying.
Then she heard foot steps and the chatter of the thugs outside of the room and she knew exactly who it was.
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