Sable's Experiences

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July 21, 827 A.S.

Olivia fumbled with her flightsuit's zipper, her blood-smeared fingers slipping off of the small metal slider. Finally, she managed to get a grip of it, unfastening the top part of the suit and gingerly sliding it off over her right shoulder. Blood immediately started dripping to the floor beneath her, pouring out of a hole the size of a quarter just to the side of her clavicle. She winced as she glanced at it. The pain had subsided only a little and continued to cloud her mind. In her current state, she would just have to trust the Xeno, regardless of his affiliation. She certainly wouldn't manage to depart the station on her own anymore.

She sighed. Isla won't like hearing about this, she thought to herself, her mind briefly filled with images of her hospitalized friend. What Olivia wouldn't give to be there with her right now. Her reverie was quickly interrupted when she saw Damian approach, tweezers in hand.

"You don't exactly look like a surgeon," she grumbled.

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Olivia Sable