[She was stupid. She'd actually thought she could do something on the front lines of this war and when the call had gone out, she'd tried to shover her fear aside and just gone, because she wasn't going to sit back and be useless. She was going to prove that she was worth something - that she was useful. That had listed about ten minutes. She'd been completely out of her depth, scared out of her mind and holding a spear. What had she expected? That she was going to singlehandedly going to win the war? She didn't have her Eva and it's meters of armored plate and AT field to hide behind.
She hadn't seen the shell (or grenade or whatever it was) that had spun her around and dropped her onto her back. It felt like someone or something had slammed a baseball bat into the side of her head and her vision on one side had gone dark. She hadn't understood why at first and it still hadn't really sunk in until she was back in the Hold on a cot, staring up at the ceiling while a medical technician strapped gauze and bandages around her head and over the wreck of an eye socket she had now. "You're lucky it didn't kill you," he'd said.
But she thought that if at least she'd ended up dead, she would've come back whole.
She perched on her cot and watched as people hustled back and forth, listening to the screams and the subdued chaos of the Hold in full panic mode. She looked a bit listless, still dazed and maybe a little confused. Then again, maybe that was to be expected. For once, she almost wished she could get away from the noise and the attention that came from people passing through.
She didn't look up to meet anyone's gaze. Not yet]
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[She shouldn't be on her feet. She was still a bit woozy, after all. But she was stable and she wasn't going to sit around and be useless. She hated feeling like she was dead weight, so she'd started running medical supplies back and forth, although she looked a bit unsteady - she had to keep adjusting for the total lack of vision on one side of her body she'd run into someone more then once, usually without pausing to say "sorry" or "excuse me".
If she stopped to think too hard, she'd be in trouble.]
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[She was stupid. She'd actually thought she could do something on the front lines of this war and when the call had gone out, she'd tried to shover her fear aside and just gone, because she wasn't going to sit back and be useless. She was going to prove that she was worth something - that she was useful. That had listed about ten minutes. She'd been completely out of her depth, scared out of her mind and holding a spear. What had she expected? That she was going to singlehandedly going to win the war? She didn't have her Eva and it's meters of armored plate and AT field to hide behind.
She hadn't seen the shell (or grenade or whatever it was) that had spun her around and dropped her onto her back. It felt like someone or something had slammed a baseball bat into the side of her head and her vision on one side had gone dark. She hadn't understood why at first and it still hadn't really sunk in until she was back in the Hold on a cot, staring up at the ceiling while a medical technician strapped gauze and bandages around her head and over the wreck of an eye socket she had now. "You're lucky it didn't kill you," he'd said.
But she thought that if at least she'd ended up dead, she would've come back whole.
She perched on her cot and watched as people hustled back and forth, listening to the screams and the subdued chaos of the Hold in full panic mode. She looked a bit listless, still dazed and maybe a little confused. Then again, maybe that was to be expected. For once, she almost wished she could get away from the noise and the attention that came from people passing through.
She didn't look up to meet anyone's gaze. Not yet]
B
[She shouldn't be on her feet. She was still a bit woozy, after all. But she was stable and she wasn't going to sit around and be useless. She hated feeling like she was dead weight, so she'd started running medical supplies back and forth, although she looked a bit unsteady - she had to keep adjusting for the total lack of vision on one side of her body she'd run into someone more then once, usually without pausing to say "sorry" or "excuse me".
If she stopped to think too hard, she'd be in trouble.]