old demons

First Person

I had set to treating her, based on the voice, injuries. She had a Broken rip, a dislocated shoulder, and more than a few minor cuts, one that was particularly bad.

I started by re-setting the rip and rapping it her chest in medical tape, the kind that only sticks to itself, this pinned her wings to her side but it would heal the wound faster. I moved on to the worst of the cuts, which I put a put gauze over it and used medical tape to put pressure on the wound. I finished by relocating the shoulder, I Grasped the shoulder,
aligned it and gave a sharp shove. The shoulder made a cracking sound as it was relocated. The pain form this act caused the griffin to give a pained yelp as she returned to consciousness. She tried to rub her shoulder only to wince from the broken rib.

"Try to stop moving, you will only irritate that broken rib," I said in a soothing tone, trying to copy my mother when I was much younger. She seemed to notice me and gave a startled yelp as she flinched back. "I am not going to hurt you," I said hurriedly.

She seemed to calm down a bit after that, but still seemed uneasy.

"Can you tell me your name?" I ask in another attempt at a soothing tone.

"Gilda," she wheezed through her broken rib.

"OK, Gilda, how did you get injured," I asked playfully. "Did you get hit by a grenade or something?"

"Grenade?" she asked, confused.

"Never mind, so how did you get these injuries." I repeated.

She seemed to remember something and had a quick flash of an pained expression, and simply said, "Cannon."

"Wow you must be tough to survive a cannon shot," I said slightly impressed. "Anyway, you have a broken rip, so that will take a few days to heal. Take it easy until then, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," she said sarcastically. I walked over to the pod and grabbed another MRE and tossed it to her.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Kinda," she stated, staring at the MRE confused. "How am I supposed to eat this?"

"I will just show you," I sighed. I brought up a container of water, and started to prepare the MRE. after five minutes it was done.

"I will warn you these things don't taste that good," I warned with amusement as she took a bite and cringed.

"tastes like overly salty jerky," she said with a slight gagging motion,

"You get used to it," I said.

"You never told me your name," she stated

"Noble Six," I stated with a hint of sorrow.

"That name sounds stupid," She playfully bashed.

"More of a designation," I said bluntly.

"Designation, then again you are a robot," she said mater o' factually.

"I am not a robot," I stated.

"Prove it," she challenged.

I said nothing, I simply pulled my hands up to my helmet and disabled the lock and pull off my helmet. My face was heavily scarred with one in particular going directly through my left eye, which was a inhuman red, while my left was a dull blue. My hair was an inch long and slightly wavy.

"See perfectly Human," I stated playfully.

"Wait your Human!?" she asked in utter shock.

"Yes," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But you are a myth," she said, mouth agape.

"So we don't exist here," I sigh disappointed.

"How did you get here," she asked after a minute.

"I died an-," I started

"YOU DIED," she screamed.

"Yeah and quite painfully, I might add," I stated. "But I was resurrected by some god in trade for a favor, and poof here I am."

"OK, well that is hard to believe," she stated skeptically.

"I can see that," I said with a hint of amusement. "I can hardly believe it myself." Then remembering my half eaten MRE, we proceeded to eat in silence.

"So where are you heading?" I ask as we finish eating.

"Nowhere , I have just been wandering, but I am injured, so it might not be such a good idea," she said with a hint of anger.

"You can just stay here, I thing there is a cot somewhere," I offer.

"Really, you would do that for someone you just met?" she asked skeptically.

"Well as a medic, I kind of have to keep you here to make sure you recover okay, or send you to another doctor," I stated pulling out a medical badge.

"Wow no wonder you could treat me with no issue," she said amused.

"That was just standard field treatment," I said in a similar tone.

"Field?" She asked. "What are you, a solider?"

"Actually yeah," I pull out my dog tags. "Chief Warrant Officer, Spartan Harrison, Noble Six."

"So your name is Spartan Harrison," She asked quizzically.

"No, My last name is Harrison, I honesty don't know my first name, so just call me Six," I say.

"Alright Six," she said testing out the name.

"Oh I forgot to introduce you to someone," I say hurriedly while picking up my helmet. I take Thorn's A.I. chip and pull it up. His hologram appears and he does a slight bow.

"I am Artificial Intelligence Designated: Thorn," he says roboticly to Gilda.

"Wow," she breaths amazed at how this is possible.

"He is my A.I. that helps me run my equipment and calculate stuff," I say to her trying not to laugh.

"Anyway I think there is a cot in the pod," I say walking over to the pods and ruminating around for the cot. I find it after a minute or so and go and set it up under a tarp tent, and give her a blanked.

"The sun is setting," Thorn says from my discarded helmet's speakers.

"Probably want to get some rest, Doctors orders," I say half serious.

"Yeah I am pretty tired, Night," she says as she lays down.

"Night," I say as I walk walk to the original pod I was in. I had reattached the door so I could open and I sat down. I hit the button to close it and got in a conformable position and slowly drifted off to sleep.