Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

The exhaustion and overwhelming pain throughout her body had already been close to sending Olivia to the land of dreams. The agony of having Damian operate on her shoulder without any kind of anesthetic , however, sent her on a far more unpleasant journey of wanting to pass out but being far too excruciating for her brain to even process that option. So she sat there, teeth gritted and fists clenched, and endured it. Her body felt cold, as ounces of blood escaped through her shoulder.

Finally, it was over. With dazed eyes, she glanced down at the freshly stitched injury. It wasn't pretty - a scar was guaranteed. But it was closed, the constant blood loss finally stemmed. Her eyes wandered up to look at Damian. A grateful smile formed on her face.

"Thanks." With her left hand, she pulled her flightsuit back over her shoulder, careful not to catch the stitching with the tattered material. She took a deep breath, the pain finally beginning to subside.

"My ship's the Sutinga in hangar bay three," she said as she tried to get back up on her feet, exhaustion, however, getting the better of her. She slumped back onto the floor and rested her head against the wall behind her. "I don't have anything to disguise myself with, though."

She looked down at her flightsuit. It was stained with sweat and blood, the right shoulder torn from the bullet impact. She chuckled weakly.

"Christ, I look like hell."

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Olivia Sable