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Neither Grace nor Simon could even begin to fathom what lied in front of them.
A teenager, no older than 17, coughing up blood, oil, and wires.
They gagged on the wires as he pulled them out of his throat, trembling violently. A ripping sound was audible as they continued to hack up a mixture of things, including chunks of.. organs.
Grace noticed this immediately. Oh fuck, those wires were holding him together, weren’t they. He was rushed over to the poor kid and tried to soothe him.
“Hey, hey, calm down. Stop- Stop pulling at those, you’re gonna kill yourself.” As worried as he was, they clearly needed medical attention, and panicking wouldn’t get him that.
He scrambled backward away from the two, incomprehensibly pleading for something - most likely for them not to hurt him.
Simon stepped forward “You need to calm down. Whatever happened to you is over.” He said as he knelt in front of him, maintaining enough space between to not scare him, but close enough to slightly test their boundaries. He needed to know just how bad this was. They were still terrified, but Simon had approached slow enough to not pose a threat.
Protruding from behind their ears was more wire, connected to a piece of metal, sharp and blinking red that he had seemingly pulled off. Jesus, how many wires were in this guy?
“We’re moving you to the medical bay. Can you move?” Simon asked softly, but with enough command to make it clear it wasn’t an option.
They shook their head hesitantly.
“Alright, I got you.” Simon responded, though whoever this was clearly did not want to be touched, he could tell. “..How do you want to do this?” “Simon they’re throwing up wires, they can’t talk.” “Really.” Simon looked at Grace with faux surprise, making him stifle a laugh. This was definitely not the time to be joking.
Simon let out a sigh, and looked back at the stranger. He signaled he was about to pick them up, and they braced themselves.
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