Chase [Wake Up]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 wakes up.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 478
Total word count: 2,793
Status: Work in progress
M-21 was warm. His first thought was M-24, but there was something wrong with that…
When he opened his eyes, there was a blue sky past the entrance of the cave and -
Shit.
Right.
M-21 sucked in a breath, his heart tightening. M-24 was dead.
The monster was dozing next to him, an arm draped over M-21, and that must have been the warmth he’d felt.
M-21 wrinkled his nose. He reeked of dog breath and his hair was slicked back. The monster had been licking him while he slept.
How exhausted must he have been if that hadn’t woken him up?
He slid out from the monster’s arm and got to his feet. He winced, his wound still aching, and when he lifted his shirt to check, there was no blood around it either.
He glowered at the monster for a second. So it had cleaned his wound too.
But…the wound should have healed by now, even with his slow regeneration. It was still red and puckered, bruised at the edges, like it had only just sealed over. The bullet must have been treated with something to slow his regeneration. Fucking great.
He made it a few steps away from the entrance when he heard a burst a movement behind him.
He whirled, the monster almost upon him already. “No.”
The monster skidded to a stop, whining, its ears flat.
He huffed. “I need to piss.” And he had no idea how he was supposed to convey that quickly.
The monster pawed the ground, its ears flicking up and down, but it stayed where it was.
He made it to the entrance and squinted out across the horizon. He wasn’t going to manage getting down right now.
He kneaded at the wound, the area burning as he did his business over the cliff edge.
The sky was too bright, the light digging into his head, making it pound. It looked like it was midday, and how long had he slept?
The monster was still waiting at the entrance when he turned around, its tail flicking to the side.
“You’re not going to let me leave, are you?” M-21 said, hobbling towards it.
Even if he jumped over the side he was sure it have gotten to him before he reached the bottom.
But this was better than being with the Union. The monster seemed to care about him, wanting to look after him for some reason, compared to being under the watchful clinical eyes of the scientists.
He stumbled, his foot catching something and the monster caught him with a soft grumble.
Shit. The fuck had the bullet had been treated with?
The monster led him to the bed, its growl a soothing song to M-21s ears.
He could feel himself losing consciousness already and he couldn’t force himself awake. Sleep… Sleep was good for now…
Summary: M-21 wakes up.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 478
Total word count: 2,793
Status: Work in progress
M-21 was warm. His first thought was M-24, but there was something wrong with that…
When he opened his eyes, there was a blue sky past the entrance of the cave and -
Shit.
Right.
M-21 sucked in a breath, his heart tightening. M-24 was dead.
The monster was dozing next to him, an arm draped over M-21, and that must have been the warmth he’d felt.
M-21 wrinkled his nose. He reeked of dog breath and his hair was slicked back. The monster had been licking him while he slept.
How exhausted must he have been if that hadn’t woken him up?
He slid out from the monster’s arm and got to his feet. He winced, his wound still aching, and when he lifted his shirt to check, there was no blood around it either.
He glowered at the monster for a second. So it had cleaned his wound too.
But…the wound should have healed by now, even with his slow regeneration. It was still red and puckered, bruised at the edges, like it had only just sealed over. The bullet must have been treated with something to slow his regeneration. Fucking great.
He made it a few steps away from the entrance when he heard a burst a movement behind him.
He whirled, the monster almost upon him already. “No.”
The monster skidded to a stop, whining, its ears flat.
He huffed. “I need to piss.” And he had no idea how he was supposed to convey that quickly.
The monster pawed the ground, its ears flicking up and down, but it stayed where it was.
He made it to the entrance and squinted out across the horizon. He wasn’t going to manage getting down right now.
He kneaded at the wound, the area burning as he did his business over the cliff edge.
The sky was too bright, the light digging into his head, making it pound. It looked like it was midday, and how long had he slept?
The monster was still waiting at the entrance when he turned around, its tail flicking to the side.
“You’re not going to let me leave, are you?” M-21 said, hobbling towards it.
Even if he jumped over the side he was sure it have gotten to him before he reached the bottom.
But this was better than being with the Union. The monster seemed to care about him, wanting to look after him for some reason, compared to being under the watchful clinical eyes of the scientists.
He stumbled, his foot catching something and the monster caught him with a soft grumble.
Shit. The fuck had the bullet had been treated with?
The monster led him to the bed, its growl a soothing song to M-21s ears.
He could feel himself losing consciousness already and he couldn’t force himself awake. Sleep… Sleep was good for now…