untitled rp || john-117-the-reclaimer
"When can I get back to work?" the spartan asked, looking over to the doctor. That smaller, redheaded girl, looked over towards the other, who gave her a scornful look. "Not for at least a week. Maybe more." he answered, shaking his head. "312, you took an energy sword to the torso. That needs to heal before you do anything." When she spoke up to object, she was quickly cut off. "On top of all that, your armor took most of the damage. That will also need time for repairs." he added on, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder. Now, your job is to rest and allow your body to take care of itself." he finished, allowing the girl to get off the table and head back to her quarters. Passers by tended to stare at her—she had various bandages and gauze pads over her arms and chest.
She took quite the beating on Reach. The last thing she could recall was being stabbed in the chest, and then she was in a bed on the ship. How did she get there? She didn't get there on her own accord. She as finally able to get up and move, she had spent several days unconscious in the medical bay. She had been told her mission was a success, the fragment had made it safely off of Reach before it's glassing.
"Now what..." she asked, heading into the room she had been granted usage.She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted just some time, to do nothing. She dropped onto the bed, laying on her side with her back to the door. She examined the dog tags she was wearing—her's and Jorges.