05-12-2015, 03:55 AM
Piras flinched under Kage's touch. Damn good soldier? That was it? Martyrdom wasn't impressive anymore these days; not when the human race was down to endangered numbers. Losing someone was devastating. A damn good soldier... That didn't even begin to describe Milo. He came from an English father and a French mother, born on a farm in Indiana, the oldest of six siblings... He loved Humphrey Bogart films, never drank green drinks, and had the bad habit of biting his nails. When he was young and before The Arrival, he wanted to be an engineer and build bridges. He never got to become an engineer. He wasn't even a damn good soldier anymore. Now he was just another dead body.
The medic in the autopsy theatre hastily threw a sheet over the remains of Milo Briggs, and that broke the horrified trance over Piras. The young man choked on a sob before turning into Han-jae's chest and crying openly. His legs buckled underneath him, so he grabbed the Specialist's muscled arms to keep from falling. Why did he ever let himself get attached to a soldier? Piras knew damn well that every time a unit left, there was a strong possibility that some or even all of them might never come back... but he let himself fall for Milo anyway. Now he was paying the price.
Another medical officer approached them with a syringe in hand. He locked eyes with Han-jae and gestured for the Specialist to remain quiet. Piras yelped when he felt the sharp pinch in his shoulder. Almost immediately, the sedative took effect and he slumped in Han-jae's arms, looking up at the man with tear-stained cheeks before his amber eyes drooped closed. "You two have been down here long enough," said the medical officer as he dropped the used syringe into a labeled bag. "You risk exposure without the proper protective gear. Get him and yourself to decontamination right away. The staff will make sure his pregnancy hasn't been jeopardized and then they'll put him back in his room."
The medic in the autopsy theatre hastily threw a sheet over the remains of Milo Briggs, and that broke the horrified trance over Piras. The young man choked on a sob before turning into Han-jae's chest and crying openly. His legs buckled underneath him, so he grabbed the Specialist's muscled arms to keep from falling. Why did he ever let himself get attached to a soldier? Piras knew damn well that every time a unit left, there was a strong possibility that some or even all of them might never come back... but he let himself fall for Milo anyway. Now he was paying the price.
Another medical officer approached them with a syringe in hand. He locked eyes with Han-jae and gestured for the Specialist to remain quiet. Piras yelped when he felt the sharp pinch in his shoulder. Almost immediately, the sedative took effect and he slumped in Han-jae's arms, looking up at the man with tear-stained cheeks before his amber eyes drooped closed. "You two have been down here long enough," said the medical officer as he dropped the used syringe into a labeled bag. "You risk exposure without the proper protective gear. Get him and yourself to decontamination right away. The staff will make sure his pregnancy hasn't been jeopardized and then they'll put him back in his room."
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.