r6-storytime

[r6-storytime]

Whumptober #15 Alternative: Field Medicine

(Doc POV)

Ah... So... you want to hear a story, huh? Well I’ve got one for you. It begins like this:

So... I was on a joint op with Olivier and Zofia. Our mission was to raid a suspected warehouse that was being used by a terrorist organization to store a numerous amount of chemical weapons. My role was simple. Don’t let anyone die. I remember that when we entered the building through the window, Olivier nearly tripped and face planted against the metal walkway. Could’ve given our position away too, but he always was a dumbass, so, I can’t blame him. As we sneaked past a patrol and found a control room with a laptop in it. The fucker, Olivier, opened the computer and tried enter the password, but set off the alarm and all he had to show for it was his dumbass puzzled face.

“Olivier. Call Twitch and get her to help you with hacking that damned computer,” I said, “And while you’re at it, use that drone of yours and tell us where the fuck those white masks are coming from. Zofia and I will cover you.”

“Don’t worry your precious little head Lion, I’m always ready for a fight.” Stated Zofia.

As Olivier rang Emmanuelle’s number, about five white masks burst into the room. One with a ballistic shield, two with assault rifles, and the final two carrying shotguns. These fuckers were prepared. I don’t remember what happened next aside from hearing a grunt from Zofia and watching her fall to the ground, and seeing her fingers twitching as she sprawled against the ground.

“Olivier!” I yelled, “Get the out of the fucking room and help me! Zofia’s down! I need you to cover me as I drag her back into the control room!”

Olivier picked up his rifle and exited the room, sitting himself to my left.

“How many?” He asked

“Where you asking me? You’re the one with a drone that can scan rooms. You tell me.”

“All right, so, right now we have roughly twelve more on the way to this party of ours.”

“Ok, I need you to cover me as I drag Zofia back into the control room and treat her wound.”

“Don’t worry Doc, I’ll keep them busy.”

“On three. One. Two. Three!”

Olivier popped out and started gunning down the opposition as I picked up Zofia and dragged her into the control room. As I layed Zofia down on the ground I could hear the bullets raging outside the door. Hoping that a stray bullet didn’t find its way through the door, I began treating Zofia. I pulled out my bag with medical supplies. Bandages, painkillers, stim shots, and scissors. First thing I did was to take off the kevlar vest and her jacket so I could cover up the bullet wound in her shoulder properly. I rubbed some disinfectant onto the bandages and wrapped them around her shoulder. Next I applied pressure to stop the bleeding and waited for her to regain consciousness. I turned my head away for a second to put away the equipment used and...

“FUCK!! THAT HURTS!!” Screamed Zofia

“Hey. It’s alright, it’s gonna be ok. Here take these.” I said as I handed her the painkillers.

I walk up to the door and turn around, making sure Zofia is fine and say:

“I’ll be back.”

I picked up my rifle and open the door. As I step out of the room, I found myself in a room that was filled with the bodies of dead terrorists.

“How is she?” Asked Olivier.

“She’s fine.” I answered.

The control room door suddenly burst open.

“Where’d everyone else go?” Zofia asked.

“A better place. Come on drinks are on me,” I said “ but you need to take it easy Zofia. Only non alcoholic drinks for you.”

“C’mon Doc, you know I’m good enough for drinks.” Zofia casually said with a smile on her face.

And that is how I, Gustave Kateb, saved your sister last week. Remind her to take it easy for me, ok?

[r6-storytime]

Enjoying a quiet moment

Summary: Glaz and Finka take solace in each others company.

Lera tapped her foot on the tile floor. She was nervous, unable to stay still. Operation: Outbreak was mere hours from beginning, and she couldn't seem to focus. Her mind kept drifting to the gruesome possibilities.

"You okay?" A gruff voice pulled her from her thoughts. She looked up to see her fellow Russian sitting next to her, sketchbook in hand. A concerned look adorned his features. Lera opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her, so she only nodded. She caught a glimpse of the man's sketchbook and smiled. He had drawn her.

"Looks just like me," She commented. The Russian thanked his lucky stars that his mask and face paint covered his reddening face.

"I'm sorry," He said, "I'll get rid of it."

"No, I love it!" Lera grinned. "What's your name, Artist?"

"Timur Glazkov at your service, ma'am." He removed the toque from his head and carded his fingers through his hair. "And yours?"

"Valeria Melnikova, but call me Lera." She relaxed, and the anxiety-induced foot tapping ceased. This man, Timur, somehow relaxed her. She wasn't sure how. It was most likely his laid-back demeanor. Speaking of laid-back, he had propped his feet up on a chair, pulled the wool cap over his eyes, and fallen asleep.

Lera looked down at the floor, contemplating if she should do the same. She hadn't slept properly in days. She decided she would take the risk. She propped her feet up next to Timur's and fell asleep nearly instantly.

Alexsandr would never tell either of the two that he'd found them cuddled together, having somehow intertwined in their sleep.