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[testedtransgressor]

Medics

Category: Post Shock Rating: T Warning/s: Post-apocalyptic, blood/gore Originally Written: Idk like January? Originally posted in Post Shock RP Group on Facebook sometime last week

This was a collaborative RP between myself and Jess Goodwin, who plays Azura in the Post Shock universe. Set immediately after the last post I dropped for Anna.

The truck was still moving, every bump in the road shaking Anna to her bones. She clutched her gun just a little bit tighter as she looked at the other people of Los Palos. Most had - somehow - managed to fall asleep, or at least gave the appearance of such, but she and a few others were still awake. They had been driving for hours, and we're somewhere in the desert.

Her gaze settled on Miss Azura, the feisty archer lady from the SOTA people. She had seemed more tolerant of Anna with their shared experiences earlier that day - after all, Miss Katie had somehow ended up in the body of one of her friends, and Anna had been there and ready to help.

"You can't help everyone."

Mr Phil's words came back to her, as well as the thought she had blurted out in response - "I know. I'm not a Medic."

Well, she might not be a medic, but she was certain Miss Azura was. And she had seen the cut on the woman's arm - it looked deep, but she hadn't tended to it. Anna wondered if that was because she didn't have the right things, or if she didn't want to. Some people were crazy like that, not wanting their injuries to be fixed. But Miss Azura wasn't that crazy, was she?

With most people having fallen into sleep, there was a little more space, and Anna moved closer to Miss Azura. She had seemed upset earlier, but Anna was quickly getting used to telling if the SOTA people were upset enough to try and hurt her or not.

"Miss Azura?" She asked tentatively, "Are you okay? Your arm looks bad. Is there anything I can do? We should get it covered, so it doesn't get infected."

Azura sighed as this ‘young girl’ approached. Anna was persistent; she’d give her that. “It’s fine! Not even that deep, I’ve had deeper wounds before.” She turned to the left moving her arm outta sight. “Why do you care anyway? No one cares about anyone but themselves in this shithole.”

"I know," Anna sighed, "And it's dumb. You gotta care about stuff and people, or else you're as bad as a daemon. They don't care, 'bout anything."

She sat next to Miss Azura and tried to look at the injured arm. Hesitantly, she lowered her voice.

"I seen you cut yourself on purpose," she admitted, tilting her head to one side. "Why'd you do that?"

Azura continued to hide her injured arm. “You’re particularly nosy aren’t you? If you really must know, some... information was in my arm that I needed to find out.”

Anna frowned at the statement. "Why would anyone put information in a real human arm? You've got the special arm right there," she gestured to the cyborg arm. "That's kinda dumb, giving you info but making you hurt yourself to get at it."

Azura frowned “Are you squeamish little one?”

"What's squeamish?" Anna asked, tilting her head. "Is that like, where you faint from seeing blood? Cos, no."

With a sigh Azura bought her left arm into view and turned to the right to face Anna. With a quick glance around the truck to see if anyone was watching she quickly revealed her injury. Clear as day, the wires running through Azura’s body were visible to both girls.

The temptation to poke was overwhelming, but Anna remembered her manners at the very last moment. She frowned slightly.

"It all looks fine, but I'mnot an engineer. Why'd you need to get in at it? Was something not working right?"

“I’m a human! Humans don’t have wires in their bodies now do they!” Azura raised her voice but quickly quieted herself, glancing at the others in the truck. “Something about my past is fucked up, and I’m gonna work out what!”

Anna shrugged. "Well, some humans have wires in 'em. Doesn't make you not human, it just means you're different to other humans. And that's okay! I'm different, Mr Windsor's different, Miss Stella and Mr Preacher and Mr Phil - all of 'em are different. Doesn't mean none of 'em are human. Same for you - you got a thing, it makes you different. But it hurt when you cut yourself, didn't it? Only synths don't actually get hurt from stuff like that."

She paused, thinking about the other thing Azura had said. "I'm good at puzzles, and people tell me stuff, a lot. So if you want, I can help you find out. You don't gotta do stuff on your own, Miss Azura. That's how people get so angry at the world, 'cos they think they're alone when they're not really."

Reaching for a bandage Azura started covering her wound. “I’m used to doing things alone; when your father only used you and your sisters as a fucking personal army, or being sentenced to death cause the asshole decided to kill your twin, you learn to deal with people’s bullshit by only trusting yourself in this fucked up world.”

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like something any real dad would do," Anna admitted, her eyes on the bandage. An idea popped into her head suddenly, and she was speaking before she really even thought of the words.

"Hey, can you teach me to be a medic? It helps people, and I know you're really good at it. And it's gotta be hard to bandage up something with only one hand, too," she added, nodding at the injured arm. "I can help you, if you want to show me how."

Azura looked up at Anna in confusion. “You wanna be a medic? You realise that being a medic kinda puts a target on your back in this group. Not everyone likes medics, and they'll use you as leverage to get what they want."

Anna shrugged. "I mean, I wanna help people. Not everyone likes medics, but not everyone likes me already, so what's the difference? I just wanna help, because people are scared and it makes them angry. Maybe if they knew there was always help around, they wouldn't be so scared, and then they'd be less angry."

Azura let out a small chuckle - not the evil type either, which was unusual for her. “Okay why not. Well when wrapping a wound, here'swhat you do..."https://testedtransgressor.tumblr.com/post/612917657655771136/sentinels-07

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Category: Post Shock Rating: T Warning/s: N/A Originally Written: 20 January 2020

As the truck rattled over the uneven desert road, and most of the people in the truck seemed to have calmed down from all the excitement of the evacuation, Anna found herself reminiscing. For as long as she could remember, her life had been governed by rules. When to eat, when to sleep, who to talk to, how to dress - so many rules. She had never been annoyed, because as far as she could tell, the rules had kept her safe.

But Alaric was gone now, and the rules he had set out for her were quickly starting to seem irrelevant. There had always been rule changes, but throughout everything, five of them had stayed the same. 1. Little Princesses are seen and not heard 2. Little Princesses don't mess up their clothes or hair 3. Little Princesses don't fight or use guns 4. Little Princesses do as they're told 5. Little Princesses don't talk to strangers Well, she thought, she had broken every single one of those. She'd spoken up, made a mess of her clothes, had shot at people with her borrowed gun, ignored what people told her to do, and had spoken to nothing but strangers from the moment she'd arrived. And what had she gained from it all? Anna looked around the truck, at the people that were mostly still little more than strangers. Mr Windsor was right there with her, one of her first friends along with Alex and the other Lost. They kept each other safe by sticking together, she'd learned. Other people seemed to know her, and they were nice to her. The only thing she'd really gotten out of breaking all the rules was a bunch of new friends - and every single one of them had helped her in some way or another. Anna decided that maybe it was time for another change of the rules. Except this time, it was going to be her own rules, rules that she could stick to in a place like Los Palos, where the entire town seemed to ignore rules no matter what. As she considered this, she remembered Mr. Phil's comment. "You can't help everyone." Well, she could damn well try, at least. She knew some people didn't want to be helped, but others... Sometimes they didn't know when they needed it. So, Anna decided to make it a rule. 1. Try to be kind and helpful to everyone The second rule had to go, Anna realised as she thought of Alaric's rules. There was so little time in Los Palos to keep up her appearance, and why should she bother with it anyway? So long as her private bits were covered, what did the rest of it matter? 2. Keep your private bits private "Don't fight or use guns"? She snorted as she looked down at the gun in her hands - once a source of concern, now the object felt comfortable in her hands, like it belonged there. For all the safety it provided, too, there were still some dangers in Los Palos, so maybe that one should be a rule as well. 3. NEVER leave your gun behind And speaking of guns... The Security people, they had been so adamant about her and the rest of the Lost helping them by hurting others. Anna wondered how many people might have been hurt if she had just followed the orders of the man who gave them the bomb? "Blow up a base" he had told them. If she hadn't asked so many questions, he wouldn't have gotten agitated and said "blow something up" - and that, technically, was why they had decided to blow up the church. But if she hadn't asked questions, they wouldn't have had that technicality. In fact, many times already, she had seen people questioning things and getting away with it. So obviously, she could too, right? 4. Question everything and stall for time That should do it, Anna decided. She couldn't think of anything else that really needed to be a rule - after all, she'd lived without Alaric's rules for a few days, and so far the only thing that had happened was her getting shot. Wait... There's always been punishments for doing something wrong. Whether it was being made to cook dinner for a week or having to take first watch, there was always something, some reasoning, that Alaric had put in place to make sure Anna stayed in line. And there were unwritten rules for the outside world that did the same. They were the reason nobody attacked her, or why brawls were never started inside stores. She recalled the synth that had shot her, the way her anger at the thing had made her feel stronger, and the joy that she'd felt watching him get beaten up. It seemed that he would now think twice about trying to hurt her. And maybe that was a rule she should have for herself, to make sure nobody else tried hurting her. Smiling to herself, Anna nodded as she mentally noted her final rule. 5. If they hurt you, Make Them Pay.