Anibeli's POV

  She struggled. Her head felt like it was filled with clouds. She heard... things. Voices maybe. Unintelligible words surrounded her, and she mumbled.

  She was poked, and she swatted with her arm. Arm... Arm? ARM? Her eyes poped open and she shouted.

  "Mu aerm! Whao-" She began, jerking up. A cold hand hrabbed her and pushed her back gently. It didn't stop her from flailing, and she punched out blindly.

  A clang, and curses in a language she couldn't understand met her ears. She had heard that before... the cursing and tone both. Her head was slowly clearing, and she called out.

  "N-nez?" She whispered.

  "Yes, child. As I have said REPEATEDLY, please calm down, and rest. Go back to sleep, dear friend. You are well, we are safe, and we have won the day. Rest." Her mechanical friend said.

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  Slowly she finally relaxed, and let Nezekiri's words penetrate her mind. Safe, victory... Slowly, her eyes closed, and she rested.

  -

  She awoke with a start, but then relaxed again. She remembered her friends words. Victory, and safety. She opened her eyes, and looked around.

  She was in a room, she had the lone bed. There were two chairs inside, and one door. Otherwise, the room was cold and lifeless. She then turned to examining herself.

  She felt, different. Odd. Her arm, in particular, felt... wrong. Whe looked at her arms, raising them in front of her. One was the expected flesh and blood arm she had from birth, the other... was not.

  It was an augmetic. A high end one from the look of it. She had implants and the like, needed to for her position, but those were voluntary. Expected. But this wasn't.

  She remembered getting dragged away by Nezekiri, running for the doors at inhuman speed, before her arm and torso erupted in agony. She hadn't meant to get shot. She didn't want to loose her arm. Wha-

  "You are properly awake now. That is good."

  She jumped, realizing Nezekiri had entered the room while she had been distracted. She looked at her friend, and raised her augmetic arm.

  "Nez, wh- what..."

  "When we fled bridge, you were struck I the shoulder. Your arm was destroyed, and you had shrapnel in your torso, lung, and lower neck. Reattachment was impossible, so it was decided that emergency surgery was necessary, and we headed back to the Keras' Traveler for your full recovery. It has been one full month, but you are healed and your augmetic limb is safely attuned."

  Anibeli paused, thinking. Nezekiri went on, talking about her needing physiotherapy to reacquaint herself with her arm, but she ignored everything in turn for one thought.

  "BY THE EMPEROR WERE GOING TO BE LATE!"