ughhh i love writing actual fics sm more than making smau's but i feel like my smau's do way better than my written work... this is saur frustrating coz ik people generally like fake texts more 😭
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[Something I’ve been wanting to write after beating chapter 8, I’m sure I got some thing wrong but anyways!]
SPOILER WARNING FOR CHAPTER 8
Sometime after the operation at Chernoborg, The Doctor known as Seira was walking into the medical wards wearing her complete outfit including her mask as she kept hold of her clipboard with a few pages stacked on each other. With her uncharacteristically precise movements, there was an important matter for her to be attending, using her card to enter a more secured room being approached by one of the many medics.
“D-Doctor, are you here to visit the patient. We were told to expect you. . .”
“Eh? You were?”
“Yes, Doctor Kal'tist was here a moment ago to oversee any changes that may be unusual. Once she was finished she left saying “Expect Doctor Seira to come here.” and shortly you arrived.”
“As expected of Doctor Kal'tist, could you maybe tell me how her mood was when she spoke to you.”
“J-just the usual mood. Why do you ask a strange question like that Doctor?”
“I was just curious.”
“Well, we were told to let you in as it was deemed safe.”
“And the patient's condition?”
The medic eyes look down giving anyone that had a basic understanding that it was grim. “We're not sure if he's going to be able to get out of the coma. . .”
“. . .It's going to be like what Kal'tist said. . .” Seira said under her breath remembering the words Kal'tist had spoken to her.
“What was that Doctor?”
“Nothing, I was just remembering something Kal'tist had said to me. Do you mind if I enter the room, in private?”
“. . .You want to go in and be alone with him?”
“Yes? Is that a problem?”
“N-no of course not but we can only give you only a few minutes”
“How much is a few?”
“About ten.”
“I can make do with that.”
“Then we will come around that time and let you know when you have to leave Doctor.”
“Very well and thank you.”
With that said the Doctor enters the room that contains a lot of medical equipment that caused plenty of different kinds of sounds inside and medical equipment attached to a single white-haired Liberi boy who is in a deep deep sleep. Seira stood in front of the door until she heard the door shut with the last medical personal leaving the room and with that she spoke not in her usual friendly matter but in a serious tone that few have only heard her behave like. Slowly she enters the center of the room where the Liberi was located, standing to stare at him through her helmet.
“Still in that coma, Mephisto?” She spoke to the Liberi as if thinking he was listening to her words, walking to his side and pulling a seat next to him.
“Been thinking how it came all to this, how someone can be so cruel and then the next moment desperate enough to use the machine for what? Thought understanding I came out like new you wanted that as well? Is that what you figured? Well, guess the fact of the matter is that we are two completely different people. You came out as a monster bird, spewing toxins and cause something frightening yet Kal'tist was able to operate on you to bring you back like this. As for me. . .”
She paused, looking to her side away from the unconscious body and slowly she places her hand up, removing both her hood and her mask to reveal a woman with long-blue hair and red eyes, a soft gentle face but one that was currently being stern with the seriousness of what the subject is and who she is next to in which she turned back to face him.
“. . . My memories reset after I apparently sustain heavily injury and I was bought here, this healed me and it only made me forget my past. A past that still affects me now, something I did so horrible and maybe even more than that it affects how some people view me. It sounded like I didn't choose to go inside even what I did, I was injured but you. . . You wanted to forget, forget everything that had happen to you and what you've done, when you figured you could use that machine you came to it, and yet this world is always so cruel.”
She took a pause as she lets out a sigh, thinking over the choices she had made and the ones she made concerning the one in front of her. Was it a good idea to treat him like a patient, think of him as some casualty, a lamentable outcome of some hideous logic even seeing the horrible deeds he had done? Perhaps it was the wrong choice to some, perhaps the right choice to others, and a choice that no one can really judge. Then it came up to another thought. . .
“I've killed someone's best friend, someone that was dear to another and that person will hold that against me forever. Even if I have forgotten I still live with those consequences, it's not just Kal'tist but also W who is explicit in making me know what kind of person I am not compared to what I was in the past. Then I guess the only reason I was the right choice to bring back was because of my usefulness and yet Amiya trusts me so much with her big heart. . . Maybe she doesn't know? So, if I came back normal because we are all so different maybe I'm a different kind of monster and I only forgot the kind of monster I was. It's hard to understand but I'm so different from every else and not just what Kal'tist mention. What am I? I can't be Sarkaz, Sankta, Feline, Perro, Liberi, Aegir, Cautus and all the others I know of. . . I'm just, Seira who has this strange body. . .”
After a small pause of the Doctor looking down, a break of a moment as she giggles softly with her voice in a moment of weakness to its usual tone “You know, Kal'tist told me not to say some of the stuff I've said here yet It's not like you're listening as you sleep deeply. Hahaha. . .”
She slaps her own knee gently and continues talking to the comatose body with her voice still in the usual tone that others are used to.
“. . . It would be real bad if you were, but that really depends if you really do wake up. . . “ Then her voice went back to being dead serious.
“. . .I didn't bring you here because I forgive your deeds, rather I want you to face the terrible actions you have done to everyone even if you don't want to remember. So the question is this, in this world that is cruel to the infected and to many others. What is crueler to you, letting you wake up from your coma, being reminded of what you did, and having to face not just your actions but the loss of people you were close to while having an extremely limited time or perhaps you dying right here slowly is crueler, destined to never wake up. As I said, I don't forgive what I know you've done but if you do wake up I'll come to you, and if you do want to proceed forward even if your time is only a few years, a year, 6 months, a month or even a few days. I will help you on your path of redemption as long you seek that hard path. After all, Kal'tist never said a specific short time so perhaps you can have a small-time alive. Whatever this world thinks is crueler is most likely what will happen to you, all I did was make a choice even if there is no real difference to the end result if you are just fated to die.”
“. . . .”
“. . . .Guess my next action is to ask Talulah about you. I don't want to ask her anything selfish, if she wants to make a decision on what she wants to do she has that freedom. Perhaps I just want to listen to her, know more about her, and learn a little more about Reunion. Of course, not just about you, but also FrostNova and Patriot, right, and what was that crossbow boy's name? Faust? Yeah, it was Faust.”
Seira could help but let out a chuckle, due to her speaking to a comatose body that most likely wasn't listening to her, guess it's a means to speak out her mind to herself using someone as a means while saying things she wanted to say to the boy. “. . . Can't believe I said all this, even taking off my mask and hood, guess it really doesn't matter. Rest well, Mephisto.”
With that said she places her hood and helmet back on, standing up and as she heads to the door the medic she had spoken to was opening to the door.
“Oh, Doctor. . . I was just about to say to you-.”
The Doctor interrupted the medic in her friendly tone. “Ten minutes has passed I'm guessing, I won't be coming back here anytime soon. Although, if I may make one request.”
The medic nods. “Of course, Doctor. What do you want?”
“If there are any signs of him waking up, let me know as soon as possible.”
“Yes, of course, Doctor but. . .”
“. . . I understand, the chances of that is immensely low. Still, the possibility is not 0%. We will do our best for any infected even if the chance is 0.01% so let's do the same here.”
The medic gave only a soft smile. “Yes, of course, Doctor. Can I ask why you wanted to be with the patient alone?”
“Don't worry about it, all I was doing was thinking about how much my choices actually mattered.”
“Doctor?”
“Ahaha, I told you to not worry about it. I'm just being silly~”
With that said, Doctor Seira leaves the medical room, walking out of the medical ward with that thought left all it was now. . . Was that Seira had made her own matter of choice and surely if someone else was in her shoes, they each will have their own.
Hey Guys! So since I got such great feedback from my Joshaya fic blurb I decided to post the rest of it-So here it is! If you like it, please leave me feedback, like and reblog and that’ll help me to write and post more! I aplogize in advance for any typos you see.
Really, she should’ve called ahead, and then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe she wouldn’t be faced with this choice. If you could even call it that. Maya huffed in frustration, lying back on her bed as her hand went to her stomach. How could Josh do this to her? How could this…the blonde shook her head. She knew Josh was trying to be nice and help her. But this…was too much… No person in their right mind would offer this. Would they? Maya huffed again as she went over it again in her head.
“Riley!” Maya called out into the seemingly empty apartment. Her hand was clutching the sonogram to her chest. A small smile lighting her face. After a few months of dealing with this…her mother’s disappointment in her, she thought that maybe she was allowed some enjoyment in this. Maya Hart-at the age of eighteen with only a few months left in high school-was six weeks pregnant. She was so busy thinking about her best friend’s delight over the photo that she didn’t hear the patter of feet. She just barely had time, before she heard the cry of, “My-My!” Then a small body colliding with her knees while small hands circled her legs.
“Elliot! How’s my buddy?” Maya said in the same tone of voice as she reached down to scoop him up. Even at age of one, Elliot Alan Matthews, almost a miniature version of his father, had just about everyone he came into contact with wrapped around his little finger.
“Hey,” Maya looked up at the voice to see Joshua Gabrielle Matthews, Elliot’s father. She smiled at him, after shifting the toddler more firmly on her hip.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” She asked.
“I had a project to do and my laptop is broke…so Riley said I could use hers.” He explained as he walked closer, tickling his son on his arm. “I was actually trying to get him to go down for a nap. But then he heard ‘My-My.’”
“I’m sorry,” she smiled sheepishly. Josh shrugged. At the age of twenty-one, Josh looked, although definitely more tired than most people at his age while he balanced school and being a single father, he was also happier than most. Fatherhood was good for him. Maya could only hope she took to parenting as well as he did. Sure she babysat Auggie and even Elliot on a quite a few occasions, but babysitting for a few hours and it actually being your child were two very different things.
Maya shook her head and looked at the toddler. She shifted him again, smiling softly at him. “Hey, why don’t we go lay down for a nap huh?”
Elliot made a face, before he shook his head. Josh chuckled. "I tried that an hour ago."
Maya grinned at him in response. Then she feigned a pout, before looking at the little boy again. “But I wanna take a nap. Will you go take a nap with me so I won’t be lonely?"
Elliot looked skeptical, as if he were trying to decide if it was a trick or not, then he nodded.
“Oh come on…It cannot be that easy for you.” Josh muttered, prompting a grin to spread across Maya’s face as she made her way toward Riley’s bedroom, she followed after. She laid him down, before she laid the sonogram on Riley’s desk. Then she kicked off her shoes and crawled in after him. Maya had just gotten comfortable when Elliot came snuggling into her shoulder’s blade. She smiled softly as she ran her hand through his hair when his little breaths started to even out.
“So does this what I think it means?” Maya looked up to see Josh looking at her sonogram picture. She nodded her head.
"So who’s the lucky guy?" Was his next question, but Maya shook her head.
"No, guy," she answered, "He was an ass who decided to leave as soon as he got what he wanted."
Josh didn't answer; instead he continued looking at the picture. Maya cleared her throat suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Which you know is fine, because my mom raised me without a father and I turned out just fine."
Josh looked up at her then, an emotion she couldn't read in his eyes. "You wouldn't have to be alone. I mean I could be there."
"Why would you be there?"
He cleared his throat when Maya furrowed her brows together. "To be there for you. You know someone to go to the doctor with you. Someone to get you food in the middle of the night when you’re craving it. Someone to be here for you and the baby."
Maya's confusion only grew. "That...correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds like you're offering to be my baby's father."
Josh shrugged as he flushed. "Think about it alright? You don't have say anything right now, okay? Just think about it."
So now Maya was stuck with this choice. But questions weighed on her mind. Why was Josh offering to be the baby's father, especially when he had Elliot to think about? No, she couldn't let him do this...But Josh was a Matthews...He came from a long line from great fathers. A fact proven when Elliot came along and shouldn't she want the best for her baby? Was she actually considering this?
This is just a blurb of a joshaya fic I’m writing? Let me know what you think and maybe I’ll post the full chapter if the feedback is good?
Really, she should’ve called ahead, and then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe she wouldn’t be faced with this choice. If you could even call it that. Maya huffed in frustration, lying back on her bed as her hand went to her stomach. How could Josh do this to her? How could this…the blonde shook her head. She knew Josh was trying to be nice and help her. But this…was too much… No person in their right mind would offer this. Would they? Maya huffed again as she went over it again in her head.
“Riley!” Maya called out into the seemingly empty apartment. Her hand clutching the sonogram to her chest. A small smile lighting her face. After a few months of dealing with this…her mother’s disappointment in her, she thought that maybe she was allowed some enjoyment in this. Maya Hart-at the age of eighteen with only a few months left in high school-was six weeks pregnant.
