Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.
Whatever this was, it was as dangerous outside than inside. It turned on itself and Isabelle was grateful for Nanurah to have gotten everything to her wrist. If she had ever had that ball out with bits in her head, who knew what sort of damage they would have done coming out of her brain.
The towel was damped with blood when she finally stop looking at the ball and placed it on the side of the sink. She needed to stop the blood now, everything was out. She started with the cut which was the most important. She disinfected with the rest of synthol she found in a drawer, it was sticky but it did the trick and put a large aid-band on it, and some gauze. It was still painful. She tried to move her fingers but the small motion throw electricity all the way to her shoulder.
She had to remind herself it wasn't a deep cut and that it would be back to normal in a few days not to panic. She then took of her pajama top and took care of the little holes the metal had left in the rest of her arm. They were very small and round but still bleeding or leaking some sort of yellow water. She put small aid-band on all of them too, just for the show. She had no one to show them too, of course, but looking at herself in the mirror she did not only look scary anymore, she looked like a warrior.
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