Gunslinger Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Scars & Bullets ❯ Realizzazione ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: No I do not own Gunslinger Girl. Raphael and his other aliases yes but the rest of them no.

 

 

We gave our mystery boy to the care of Doctor Bianchi our organization's head doctor. We were hoping that he would be able to help him since we can't think of any other doctor who can fix that much damage. My brother Jean was leaning by the wall of the waiting room probably thinking about what to do with this kid. While his partner Rico was listening to the conversation between Triela and Hillshire. Triela and Hillshire were on one of the benches while Triela was narrating to him the entire sequence of her finding him and how he saved her life. I was on another bench listening to the conversation with my `sister' Henrietta leaning her head to my shoulder, probably also listening to Triela's story. After Triela's vivid narration Henrietta looked up to me and asked:

 

“Joze, he seems like a good person do you think Dr. Bianchi can fix him?”

 

Chapter 2 Realizzazione

Realization

 

“Don't worry Henrietta, Dr. Bianchi is a good doctor I am sure he'll save him.” But in truth I could only hope.

 

I mean for god sake he was shot several times by AK 47s. During military training we were instructed to handle such a gun with care since it could take only one shot to the chest to kill someone. Two if he was really lucky and if one really needs to make sure. Three if you still got the feeling that he is still breathing. He had eight bullets on the chest and he still managed to walk, I was definitely worried about this kid.

 

Dr. Bianchi came out of the emergency room. Those who were sitting down stood up and those who were standing up straightened them selves. It seemed that everyone wanted to know the results but I was the first to ask:

 

“Doctor, did he make it?” Bianchi looked at all of us and replied

 

“Of course he did.” With that everybody got to loosen up and managed to sit down, including Jean.

 

“He made it with flying colors if I say so my self!” added Bianchi.

 

It was then that everybody simultaneously wondered if Bianchi was actually talking about the same patient. `Ok but still unstable' that's what we wanted too hear or maybe `he's alive but barely' but is our human bullet cushion (a play on the pin cushion) actually well and kicking? He is definitely talking about the wrong patient. Seeing our disbelief Bianchi started speaking again:

 

“Yes, I am talking about that kid you brought in and if I may say, I am just as surprised as all of you, I also thought that he was a goner. However, it turns out this kid has got something up his sleeve. Someone has tampered on his body.”

 

“You mean he's a Cyborg like us?” questioned Rico

 

“No, he's a lot less metallic than you girls but close enough. First of all his bones near the spinal column have been fortified with another set of bones over it as if like a protective plating, making him a lot sturdier than normal people and I guess hitting him at the back of the head won't knock him out as easily. The same stuff is on his elbows and knees I guess allowing him to add a little umph to his blows. His muscles have certain carbon-based strands incorporated into them making them as good as Kevlar and probably making him strong enough to lift stuff twice his weight. His arms have been built to take more punishment than regular ones allowing him to probably take the recoil of the nastiest guns around. I actually had quite a time doing surgery on him since there wasn't much critical damage. Yes he probably lost a lot of blood causing him to lose consciousness but aside from that all I did was cover the scars with artificial skin and now he's good as new. He'd probably be waking up soon. If Jean would want to go interrogate him now go ahead.”

 

With that Doctor Bianchi went back to the emergency room and left us all in disbelief. Eventually we came to our senses and we decided that Jean and I would go talk to the kid while Hillshire and the rest would go do their thing.

 

As we entered the room we found the boy stirring in his bed. Jean just approached him and said:

 

“Who are you?” I guess the kid was disoriented because he replied with:

 

“Who are you? Where am I? What happened!” with this he sits up but one thing Jean hates is people who don't answer his questions so he pushes the boy in the chest and starts yelling at him:

 

“You're not the one with the authority to ask questions here its me. So who are you! And what the hell were you doing in the town square in Rome!”

 

I guess the kid did not like that because he gave Jean a stern look and grabbed the arm on his chest, he then thrust his other elbow into his armpit and used the momentum to throw Jean from the right side of the bed across too the left side leaving him in one tangled heap. He would then walk toward the door where I was standing. Unfortunately for me my initial reaction was to cover the door. I would soon regret that as he thrusts his shoulder into my gut put a hand on my shoulder and the other in between my legs lifting me into the air and sending me back first into the ground. I couldn't remember what happened next but thankfully when I did regain my consciousness I would be told that the kid would lose consciousness shortly after stepping into the hall.

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