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A familiar voice, a distinct nickname crosses the transceiver. In an instant, Doctor Ziegler knows who it is. Pauses are noticeable in her speech and Angela has conversed with enough patients to know what the possibility of origin might be. An injury, enough to take her breath away even without those sharp gasps that would usually be present.
Her hand tightens, lips pressing together with such a force. Briefly, blue eyes close out the world as her delayed words filter in. “Hana.” Her voice is steady and stern, trying not to break, not to cause a worse panic. “What is wrong? What happened?” And already she was prepared to dash out of the communications office, to don the suit she swore never to, and rush to her side.
Today would not be the day she loses Hana Song. There’s a pause in the good doctor’s worry, a question she dreaded asking this specific one. Her voice is choked, ragged now. “How bad is the damage?”
She hated it. How weak she felt and how utterly useless she seemed completely unable to move from her place —– - not when a part of her mech is resting on top of her legs, and definitely not when there’s a deep wound on her side from when a bullet had managed to hit her just as she was about to jump out from her seat. It had always been her favorite thing to do after all. To launch her mech to the enemies, jump out from it and leave the mech to blow up along with them. But never had she expected for there to be a sniper, ready to shoot her the moment she opened the hatch, and never had she expected that she would be ambushed. This was supposed to be an easy mission. God, she could even remember how she had grumbled about being sent out for this, believing the new recruits could do it instead of her.
Another deep breath in, and as she as her mind began to swim from exhaustion she deliberately pressed her hand against her wound all the more, using the pain to keep her awake as she groaned and writhes from it. ❛ Sorry. I was to reckless. I should’ve —– - I should’ve kept my promise. I should have been more careful like I said I would —– - ❜ Her eyes begin to water once more, her voice shaking and she could feel herself slowly fall into a panic. She was bleeding. And oh god, she might just bleed out like this. Die like this. All alone and in the dark and Angela’s not here to help her this time.
❛ Ziegs —– - A-Angela please, ❜ She takes another gasp, though this time it was from her quiet sobs, her bloodied gloves brushing against her eyes to wipe the tears away. ❛ I don’t want to die —– - I don’t —– - I don’t want to die, doc —– - h-help. ❜
