With a careful aim, the stone arced through the air as it flew towards its target. Truth be told, I was fucking nervous. I was never the best thrower of things even back in the old world. Maybe, at best, I'd hit their armor and that'll be enough. But knowing just how bad I was at this, I could only expect the worst in terms of how things would play out. *ping...* I winced as my projectile made contact with the guard's armor. Based on how faint the impact sounded on top of not even eliciting some sort of reaction, I could only imagine that the damn Decimal didn't even feel the damn thing make an impact on his suit of armor. But then, shouldn't they hear it at least? I kept my eyes peeled as the Decimal visibly looked around the area before their helmeted face slowly locked onto my general direction. Kneeling down and picking up the rock that I just

Was it bad that I was practically used to death? On top of yearning for it on a daily basis back in the old world, my job made it practically a necessity for me to tune out the possibility of death and decay for all of my then-patients. The concept of mortality and morbidity was intricately connected to the concept of death, and being a doctor, telling people how much longer they had left to live was both cathartic and draining for both myself and my patients. I mean, would you feel good if you told someone with leukemia that they had about six months left to live? To tell expectant parents that their premature baby might not even make it till tomorrow? How about the prospective situation wherein an emergency crash case popped up in the emergency room and you had to choose one or the other to live or die? It was decisions like these that made me hate my job. But at the same time, who else was better suited to telling shit like these

I didn't know how long I was out, but the fact that I had my thinking capabilities back meant that I was conscious again... And that was not a sentence I did not just think to myself. Nope... I swear, I'm fluent in English.. "h.y..." Then again, I wasn't really a native speaker, wasn't I... I learned English through copious amounts of reading and consuming foreign media. Constant exposure to the internet was also a massive influence in making me good at the language, I think. Well, I couldn't speak it well enough back then, but being a doctor kind of forced me to get good at speaking English at a much faster pace than I was comfortable with. And that was coupled with the unwanted presentations and research orations that I had to fucking do because I had no choice if I wanted to graduate. "Yo. a..ke?" Still, I was kind o

A bit of time has passed since the Decimal supposedly left us out to die, and while the two were twiddling their thumbs and watching me do my thing, I was actually trying to do something with the scrap of metal we were left with. I already determined the heap to be enough to make at least one suit of armor if I really stretched it, and if my first iteration of the impromptu heat suit actually worked, then I had to at least start on making the second set of armor for these two to wear. Livia wasn't yelling at us yet, so either he died, or he was still navigating his way out of this mess. Huh... That was actually pretty fucking stupid of me, wasn't it... "How'd you do it?" I raised an eyebrow as Phillipe asked me the burning question. It wasn't even anything special; just a fairly simple copy and paste job that any decent Denominator was capable of d