Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 111
Date: 15 - 07 - 818 AS @ 21:25 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Well... that didn't really go so well. So here I am sitting on a mostly uncomfortable chair, with a pillow and a blanket to try and make it better. To my right is Leutnant Felicia Drum, in a coma, on a hospital bed. I am surrounded by much of the same sort of blandness I endured during my stay in such a facility - although this one is distinctly more utilitarian, as it is the medical wing of Mecklenburg.

I got about... ninety minutes into the flight out of Berlin orbit when Felicia shows up near the Dortmund intersection demanding to be let on board. So I of course opened the cargo bay and let her in, docking her Wraith to the same port I kept my own.

What I saw when I went to greet her...

She wanted to change the dressings on her wounds, so I rounded up some bandages and had Misaka change them over. What I saw where her right eye... used to be... made my stomach turn.

That, alongside the other injuries she had meant something awful must have happened to her... but she wouldn't tell me anything. She demanded that me and Misaka leave the room, I assumed to handle something "below the belt" but, well, when I went back in the room I found her with a gun to her head.

Without thinking I jumped on her and took the gun away; she fought against me like a feral pig stuck in a trap, looking back on the incident now I could so easily have sustained terrible injuries. Although Felicia had been weakened by her condition she was still stronger than me.

I had to hold her down with as much force as I could whilst Misaka chained her to the bedpost, so she couldn't try anything like that again. After she was disabled I tried to talk to her, but she just didn't listen, only demanding to be released.

All the time I was trying to get her to cooperate, she fought against the restraints and by the end of it she was bleeding from both of her wrists, I knew when I saw the bright red blood start to trickle out and spread around the room that I was in trouble. I undid the chains and let Felicia go, the very second I did she reached for a gun concealed in her pant leg, but by the time she had retrieved it she was already on the verge of passing out.

I knew then I had to act quickly. I ordered the ship to fly at full power to Braunschweig, bypassing every single security measure in place and effectively crashing the Alsatia into Mecklenburg's docking facility.

By the time the doctors took her away, Felicia was on a razors' edge, with death on one side and life on the other. Every one of us chased the stretcher through the building as far as we were allowed, before being ordered to sit and wait. A minute later a doctor returned to us and asked us all what our blood types were.

Felicia is B+, as are both Fumika and myself. Misaka and Kana weren't a match, Sakura is too young. I stepped forward without any hesitation and I came within a moment of punching the doctor in the face when he said a pregnant woman can't give blood. The thing that stopped me was Fumika speaking up and offering her own arm.

Fumika and the doctor left the rest of us to huddle together on the Alsatia waiting for some news of Felicia's status. Misaka, Sakura and Kana went to try and get some sleep, I sat in my chair on the bridge tapping my foot like an OCD nutcase.

At that point Gunther showed up in his Wraith - he thought it amusing to lob Hornvipers at the Alsatia while it was docked. In his defence, I suppose, he had no way of knowing what was going on until I told him. We ended up having a little.... discussion about some things. Let it be known Gunther has absolutely no detection of the mood of his surroundings, seeing fit to hold a conversation regarding, of all things, marriage. He's still intent on taking me as his wife...

I forget exactly what brought it about but I think I ended up agreeing to marry him if he can meet a certain "condition", that being garnering the ability to take charge of his "mistress". I suppose I should confess that I myself have no grasp of the mood of my surroundings, because I ended up stripping naked and showing myself off to him through the windows the the ship. I swear if I didn't know better I'd label myself a whore, honestly.

Gunther started complaining suffering from an illness of some sort. His "illness" was, quite obviously from the description he provided, an erection. God, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry back then. I just felt sorry for the guy. Someone really needs to teach him how his body works... I supposed at the time the onus lay with me to do it.

I convinced him to come on board with the promise of a "topical ointment" to solve the problem he was having. I figured I may as well try something I'd been thinking about for a little while - the old fashioned way having become somewhat bothersome as little Sanya has made her presence more and more prevalent.

I made him believe that saliva could help fix the "problem" he was having, so I set to work, well, "applying" it.

The dream of nearly every warm-blooded male in the universe, and Gunther still had absolutely no clue what was happening to him. He freaked out after only a minute or so, asking me to stop. I insisted what I was doing would make him feel better, but, as Murphy's Law dictates, the very moment he acquiesces himself to my "treatment", Fumika shows up.

Now _that_ was awkward.

After allowing the two of us time to, uh, pack things up, she told me that Felicia was now in a stable condition and had been moved to her own room. I threw Gunther back into his Wraith and made my way to where Felicia was, laptop in carriage.

She's pretty beaten, this girl. I'll be staying right here until she wakes up, I consider it reparation for the last time. At least I have her cat to keep me warm, this little black furball hasn't left my bosom since I found the thing, spazzing out from being exposed to weightlessness for the first time in the cargo bay.

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