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With the injury Fred got from the first time she's formally been on the field, it's easy to see just how powerful the rifles are from the Empire. The laser pierced a hole through the geno that trapped her in its thrall, saving her, and through her back, cauterizing her insides before they could be exposed to the elements.
From there, how much damage she'll be sustaining for the rest of her life was dependent on her medical treatment.
Her smallish form rested in the bed with the essentials hooked up to her. Her eyes were closed.
Fred, huh? So that was her name. He'd met her before, now that he had a good look he remembered her, but funny how he'd never gotten her name. Never really talked to her. He finally knew who she was, and there she was, nearly dead, by all rights a goddamn miracle she was alive at all.
She'd had him dead to rights. He'd drawn on her, the geno wasn't there, so he froze, and she pulled the trigger. He'd been telling himself he could've dodged the beam, that Eric didn't need to do anything. That he wasn't sure he wanted Eric to have done anything. Look at her, so young, and what that gun had done to her. Would he be here, if he hadn't done that? Or in whatever came after this life?
...He'd disobeyed Eric's direct orders to protect them all, because he had a feeling something would happen and if he weren't there to help he would hate himself. And here he was, the only one not injured or half-dead. He'd already seen Eric, but the thought, the enormity of his failure, galled him. But that was him, wasn't it? Knew some clever tricks, but in the end... he would always fail. Always.
He knew how powerful these rifles were. He'd heard the stories, and his parents had some at home, war trophies. But he'd never seen one in action, not like this; the little training exercise with Agent Young? That didn't count.
Right now, it was all he could do to sit at the bedside and watch, for a time, and see if anything improved. He'd told Sarah, for how little she cared, that he would make some rounds of his own and check on everybody.
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"We went on a raid to a building CLAW was operating out of."
Better to get it out of the way, tear the bandaid off. "There were multiple disturbances, so one team went upstairs, one into the basement. Fred and I were on that team. We ran into these... things. They looked like cats or Pokemon or something. They were telepathic, at the very least. There were corpses in coffins, down there, and these things possessed them. Made them attack us. They could take control of us too, a lot of people nearly died."
Matt shows up, giving each man a brief nod but quickly focusing on setting up a blood transfusion! He pulls up a chair next to Fred, creating an ice drip between them to give her some of his regeneration!
The process wasn't nearly as quick as it may sound. He'd be here for hours before the wound would close, but eventually it would.
Eventually good as new, but for now she feels as if she's just had stitches. If she moves too much she feels a tear at the wound and the healing has left her incredibly exhausted and hungry.
Matt shakes his head, not noticing Fred being awake as he himself seems a bit groggy.
"No, majority of my field days are over. I spend most my time here, patching you up."