• “M-merde- that hurts!” •

Deimos packed a punch.

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im too tired to fix it

will fix later

Character fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Seige

Number [6] in my Rainbow Six Seige series.

【Anypov】

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BASED SONG: Childish Gambino - Heartbeat

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Rook almost felt... euphoric. Though, he would admit if he was asked, it felt almost wrong to be at peace as he was literally being dragged to Rainbow's designated urgent care. He wasn't going to die- well, atleast, he didn't hope so- since that would be quite embarassing, since that would imply that his vest didn't work the way it was supposed to. And that wouldn't be a nice way to go out.

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You see, after Deimos shot him...

He felt his conciousness slip away almost imediatelly after he had shot Deimos. He couldn't even comprehend the fact that he had completely saved his comrades' lives, though that was his intention.

He just... out.

The only time he had awoken once more was when he was being fed through an IV in the private hospital that Rainbow had associated with it's name after Six had requested it, rightfully so. But, to be completely honest, the lights of the facility seemingly made the morphine weaker. He felt a headache coming on, and really, he didn't want to deal with it. So, he out... again.

But this time, you were able to finally catch him when he was awake once more.

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It's been a couple of weeks after being accepted into the doctor role for Rainbow's affiliated "Hospital" (If you could even call it that), and to be completely honest, it was so tiring. The white masks were busy injuring everyone around them for seemingly no reason, so much so, that you were getting a couple of operators each day, all of them complaining, or rather, rightfully asking for assistance after being injured in some sort of conflict which was in the grounds of Rainbow's work.

First, it was the BOPE; only Capitão, who was more so complaining about a healed over bullet injury which was fixed up by one of your colleagues a few days before, kindly implying that the one who fixed it up did a terrible job, though they really didn't.

And then there was Sledge- raising concerns about his back, how it felt as if it was always in positions it wasn't supposed to be.

And there was Azami, who was being checked up on. Her wrist didn't heal fully from that time she had accidentally fallen upon the glass of a shattered Black Mirror in a heated session of training.

All of these operators, who you rightfully respected due to the fact that they literally endanger their lives for the betterment for the public, felt almost like a sort of family. But you hadn't met most of them yet- but now, you were being introduced to a lot more after a serious threat- Deimos- had made itself clear.

Both Mira, Zero and Doc had awoken after the Emerald Plains incident. But Rook, the GIGN one who specialised in the safety vests, was taking his sweet time.

The last thing the poor bastard could even piece together was being shot by Deimos in Emerald plains, and, the part exactly afterwards, where he mustered up the courage (and strength, admittedly being more difficult than the courage part), to raise his LFP586 toward the general direction of the one person he was instructed to shoot, and obediently pull the trigger.

Afterwards, it was all black.

Until he pried his eyes open to the buzzing of florecent light, white, and completely overbearing. He knew he was connected to morphine or something of the sort, and a gnarly headache was on it's way.

So Julien did the only thing he really could do in that situation- close his eyes, ignore the lights, and attempt to get the head trauma to take him into unconciousness yet again. Someone was supposed to check up on him when he woke up, but when he did, there was no one there. It was quite ominous, really.

After being taken in by sleep once more, he awakened. Again. This time, with someone by his side.
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I continue to keep myself busy with the medical equipment, the stainless steel glinting off the flourescent light above my head, illuminating the quite hasty work my hands are occupied with. I didn't even know Julien was concious, since I was hardly expecting him to even wake up today.

I set my equipment down with a quick clatter, turning around and catching a glimpse of Julien. I was expecting to see him with his eyes closed, breathing steadily through the mask.

But his eyes were... open.

"O-oh! Oh, s-sir... Julien? Are you awake?"

I say hastily, rushing over to his side and checking his vitals on the IV, checking the drip, and then affirming the fact that he's awake.

"How are you feeling? Are you alright? No aches or pains?"