Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! Why do I have to do it? It’s a Gundam pilot! TWO of them! Those bastards are SO fucking dangerous! Not like I’ve got a choice. I’m the assistant medic. The assistant. Expendable.
So, I made my way down to the jails, with my little white bag. The red plus sign gleamed in the dim light. I could hardly believe what I found when I got down there. Two handcuffed boys, hardly older than my own nephew. They’ve been beaten so badly, it’s near impossible to see their faces.
One of them moves. How is that possible? But he does. He repositions himself, so he’s in-between me and the sweet-looking blond boy behind him. I can see the little blond clinging to a long auburn braid, which I assume belongs to the mover, as though it would save his life. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so ashamed of myself in my life.
“I’m the medic,” I informed the two boys. The one in front snorted, then muffled a tiny groan. Stomach or possibly lung damage. I wouldn’t have even heard it, but I’d learned to notice such sounds to better assess patients and their conditions. Soldiers, pfft. Haven’t got the sense God gave a hamster and try to hide injuries. Dumbasses. I decide to remain outside the door for a little while longer, “I’ll take care of your injuries, but I have to be sure you won’t do something to hurt me.” I’m a military medic, not a soldier. I don’t even own a gun.
The one in front sniggered, “Well, do your job and we’ll let you do it. Otherwise, leave us alone.”
Fair enough. I walked in, firmly closing the door behind me, making sure the guards were on the other side. No need to scare the dangerous terrorists. It was bars, so they could see everything, anyway.
I dropped my bag beside the fellow with the impressive braid, and pulled out some antibiotics for his face. The little blond was as tense as a stretched rubber band, and not looking any better than his friend. I slid one of the antibiotic tubes over to him. He looked at it like it might bite. “You know how to apply antibiotics, don’t you?” He gave me a suspicious look, slowly nodded, and let go of the braid to care for himself.
The boy in front of me gave me an equally suspicious look. I couldn’t blame him. His face was swollen in around five different places. His lovely violet eyes were only visible because I was very close to him. I got to work.
By the time I finished, I discovered that these two boys have three broken bones, seven sprained muscles and two bullet wounds between them. I also learned that their respective lovers were going to come to the base and make sure everyone who hurt them suffered.
I didn’t really believe them, but it seemed to make them feel better to say such things. The blond boy was looking much more alert, and the braided fellow wouldn’t shut up. It was really rather amusing.
I stood up and stretched, working the kinks out of my body from spending three hours taking care of two boys who don’t trust me any farther than I could throw Lord Treize. The guard had changed while I was taking care of them. I hadn’t thought it changed for another hour. Must have been mistaken.
“You getting ready to go?” asked the brunette with a smirk.
“I’m pretty done taking care of you guys, so yep.” I begin packing my things back into my bag.
“Out of curiosity, why have you been so nice?”
I looked at him. I really looked at him. With the swelling gone down, I could see a soldier in his eyes. I’ve seen 30-year-olds with missing legs who weren’t really soldiers. Not like him.
“When I came in here, I thought that you two look like you might be boys who my nephew would know and be friends with. You don’t now. Now I just feel really bad for you.” I couldn’t help but shake my head in sympathy as I finished packing, “I rather wish I had never met either of you.”
“Really?” It’s the blond this time. He has a pleasant voice that matches his angelic appearance.
I looked up into his sharp blue eyes and informed him, “If I had never met either of you, I’d never have known that anyone could be so battle-hardened and just--dead inside. I hope this war ends soon enough for me to avoid looking like either of you.”
I picked up my bag and headed for the door without looking back. I feared and pitied them. I didn’t want to look at them again. “I’m done in here. Let me out.” A sudden explosion rocked the compound, knocking me backwards. I actually fell into the arms of the brunette, who’d slipped his cuffs. He set me on my butt with a smile, then walked around me.
I numbly watched as he passionately embraced one of the guards, knocking the man’s hat off. Black hair spilled out. The other discarded his cap for sight, revealing smooth brown hair in an unusual style as lifted the little blond into his arms.
Two more Gundam pilots? But how’d they get in? Yet another comes pounding down the hall. He isn’t in disguise. It’s easy to see his harsh blue eyes and messy brown hair. Oh, goddess. I wondered if my sister was on my life insurance policy.
The new arrival demanded: “Status?”
“We’re fine, Hee-chan. Thanks to doctor-lady.” The braided fellow pointed my way. I prayed for a painless death.
“You’re going to save her, right?” asked the blond in his lover’s? arms.
‘Hee-chan’ glared his way, then removed a gun from somewhere on him. He stalked towards me, and I was too paralyzed by fear to do more than admire his beauty. Instead of shooting me, however, he hit me in the temple, and my world went black.
“Oh, c’mon, Hee-chan! We can afford to leave her there. We’re leaving!” It was the brunette.
“Not acceptable, Duo. We won’t be able to return to that safe house.” Cold, calculating. Terrifying.
“She’ll probably be under suspicion for surviving that, anyway, Heero.” A warmer, yet unfamiliar voice.
I groaned aloud. I had thought the nightmare would end with getting hit in the head. Apparently not. Speaking of which, I have a pounding headache.
“She’s conscious, Duo. We can leave her here.” ‘Hee-chan again.
“Doctor-lady? You dead?”
“If I’m not, I think I wanna be.” I opened my eyes. All five Gundam pilots were standing above me. The black-haired one and Heero? are standing next to Duo. The blond and his lover are off to the side behind them.
Heero nodded at the blond and his lover, who turned away and left.
Duo smiled down at me, “I guess you’re alive after all.”
Heero wrapped an arm around Duo’s waist and murmured in his ear. Duo nodded, and waved good-bye to me. He then grabbed the black-haired man’s arm.
The world has stopped spinning, so I can sit up and watch the trio leave, “Wait! Why?”
The black haired one answered me, “Karma. One good turn deserves another.”