Destiny

[jammi]

Mein Gott. The two words floated down to me through the haze. I considered how surreal they sounded. Maybe I was dead. Id never really been a believer in divide entities, but I was going to be pissed if God was a Rhinelander. Suddenly the pain rushed back in a single malevolent surge. I gasped for air, my very lungs seeming rend themselves apart. Spluttering, I opened my eyes, to see a young woman leaning over me. From the look of things I must have died. She was performing CPR.

A wave of relief seemed to sweep over her as she flicked a strand of black hair out of her eyes. I tried to sit up, but my body failed me, along with a searing pain from my ribs. Casting back my memory to basic first aid, I realised she must have broken my ribs during compressions. I slumped back again to unconsciousness.

I came around again, but this time the woman was sitting propped up against the bed holding a stubby pistol, looking out through the door. She'd kicked Sanchez's body out the door. I coughed up a little blood, attracting her attention. She shuffled over.
Are you alright? I idly picked up og her slight Rhineland accent before looking down to see my front was caked in drying blood. From the feel of things, Id snapped my wrist, someone had dragged a burning hot iron down my back and that same person had used my head for a game of conkers against a solid rockcrete wall.

No Im not, I murmured. And I think you broke my ribs. She placed her hand on my forehead, as if to take my temperature. I was a little more concerned about my broken bones, bleeding and horrific pain than a potential fever. What happened to the Corsairs? I croaked feebly.

Errm, well I shot the one that was... attacking you. And I dont know about the others. Suddenly the hull shook, as if it had been rocked by another explosion. I let my head drop back to the floor. Id had enough of the nightmare, let it end.

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