Entry#: 105
Date: 03 - 07 - 818 AS @ 21:35 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Well, that's not gone at all well.
Turns out I've a lot more than a sprained ankle... I didn't realise this myself until the doctor came to change my dressings but I was actually shot in the leg. Must be the drugs they've put me on stopping me from feeling the pain. 'Cause I'm damn sure that I should be hurting a lot more than I do, especially after the stunt I pulled yesterday.
Misaka and the girls came over to see me again. I really, really don't like it here, so I got myself snuck out. In retrospect I'd have been better off staying in bed. I had myself flown to Braunschweig to bear witness to Gunther being promoted to Fleet Admiral. It was the first time I'd ever seen the Kanzler in person - such a pity the man of the hour is out on tour with the Ammersee somewhere. I also went to pay Felicia a visit, to prove to her that even injured I'm still capable of being around.
Didn't go so well. I managed to catch Felicia on her way out... with a rather significant gun tucked away in a briefcase. What happened next, well, I just proved to not only Felicia but myself and everyone around me that I'm no good as a soldier. Making a complete embarrassment of myself, undoing all the work that everyone had done to toughen me up. Felicia ended up knocking me out somehow because after crying on her lap for a while, the next thing I remember is waking up back in the same damned beige-coloured room I'm in now.
Felicia, I'm guessing, has gone off on duty somewhere as she didn't come to visit me today. Nor did any of the girls. Wonder what's going on.
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