(Fair enough.)
Posted on: May 06, 2013, 07:19:48 AM
(Giant wall of text and dialog go!)
Zeta walked as fast as she could without the contents of the cart falling over and making a mess. With the information she learned about PB’s current condition she felt that she couldn’t leave PB alone or else he might do something completely stupid, if he hadn’t already.
“Dammit I can’t believe I believed PB forgot about the trauma he endured, how could I have been so stupid?!” Zeta thought to herself in frustration “Why in the world would he think that this is the best way to deal with this sort of thing!? When I get in there I’m going to knock some sense into him!”
When she finally reached the Sickbay she rushed in with the full intention of giving PB a piece of her mind….only to find he was nowhere in sight.
“You have got to be kidding.” Zeta face palmed
“Zeta is that you?” A voice said somewhat close by.
“PB?” She asked “Where are you?”
“I’m in the bathroom, did I scare you?” PB asked.
“Well yeah, I thought you decided to take a walk or something equally stupid.” Zeta sighed.
“Is that so?” PB laughed “I’m glad you weren’t here when I went to my room to get my Bass.”
“YOU DID WHAT!?” Zeta yelled.
“Relax I didn’t walk here and back.” PB laughed again “I teleported here and back.”
“Teleported?” Zeta questioned “That’s odd I don’t see a teleporter here.”
“Well ADA can handle teleportation but it’s kinda redundant to use it to get to other places in the base.” PB explained “However with my condition I can’t walk long distances, however I myself can teleport.”
“You mean like Instant Transmission?” Zeta replied.
“That’s basically it, it works really well with the Sword of Omens Sight Beyond Sight.” PB continued.
“That’s pretty convenient.” said Zeta “As a robot I can teleport too, but if the teleportation array thingy stops working I’m stuck where I am, but you don’t rely on that.”
“Yes but there are other down sides to my teleportation capabilities.” PB pointed out “I have to concentrate to use it, which can be hard to do during battle and it’s useless with a power dampening field.”
“I see.” Zeta walked to the door, put her ear to the wall and heard water running. “How long have you been in there?”
“I think about 10 minutes or so, I guess I hadn’t had anything to drink in a long time and woke up extremely thirsty. Before I knew it the entire water pitcher was empty and nature called.” PB sighed
“That makes sense, but you seem to be taking your time washing your hands. I heard the facet running when you started talking.” Zeta pondered.
“It’s not that I’m washing my hands, they’re just sore as hell from practicing my Bass.” PB whined
“Not to mention those chains you were shackled with.” Zeta muttered to herself though PB didn’t hear her. “You should of known better than to practice your Bass in your condition, you’re already hurt and if you push it too hard you could damage your wrists permanently.”
“You do have a point.” PB agreed “It’s just with the war effort I hadn’t had time to practice, and I felt now would be a good time.”
“Did you just start learning how to play?” Zeta asked.
“Yeah I did, I’m still trying to get the hang of it.” PB laughed
“You’ll get it eventually.” said Zeta “You just have to keep practicing your scales, chords, and fingering.”
“You seem to know a bit about this Zeta, do you play?” PB asked.
“Yeah I play both an Acoustic and Electric Guitar in the little spare time that I do have. It’s pretty much the same thing but with a different style.” Zeta explained.
“That sounds awesome, you mind playing something for me?” PB requested.
“Sorry I’m not really in the mood to play right now, my mind is a little out of focus to play something.” Zeta sighed.
“I’m sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” PB asked.
“We’ll talk about it when you get out of the bathroom.” Zeta replied as she sat by the door
“Okay then.” Said PB as he continued to soak his sore hands in the water.
As Zeta was waiting for PB to get out, she noticed the aforementioned Bass on PB’s bed and was a little curious about it.
“Hey PB can I have a look at your Bass?” Zeta asked
“Sure go ahead.” PB answered.
“Thank you.” Zeta said as she got up.
She walked over to the Bass and inspected it thoroughly. She saw that it was well taken care of with no scratches or dents. However closer inspection revealed that some of the frets have tear stains and the strings were quite sweaty. She also noticed that the bed also had some tear stains.
“He’s really being tormented by what happened and yet he doesn’t show any indication that he’s feeling this way. I know that we just met each other, but I feel like I have to do something for him, after all it’s partially my fault he’s injured like this. PB, why do you have to keep this to yourself, is there nothing I can do to ease your mind?” Zeta thought to herself.
“Zeta are you still there?” PB asked.
“Yeah I am.” said Zeta without hesitation “Did you think I left or something?”
“No it’s just you were pretty quiet.” PB stated “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah just having a good look of your Bass, it’s awesome dude.” Zeta said honestly.
“Thanks I had it custom made, it was pretty expensive. Not that it’s a real big deal for me.” PB laughed.
“Yeah you never have to worry about money do you?” Zeta remarked.
“Yup, it’s pretty cool I don’t have to worry about my business failing and everyone is happy. It’s a win-win situation.” PB said happily
“I guess, too bad I can’t really benefit from it since I can’t have sex.” Zeta said as she put the bass down, and sat down next to the door.
“Oh right I forgot you can’t really do that.” PB apologized.
“It’s fine, I mean I don’t get those urges so it’s not like I’m missing anything. Plus I don’t have to worry about repercussions or stuff like that.” Zeta explained.
“I guess that’s one way of looking at it, still are you really okay with it?” PB asked.
“Yeah I can’t really miss what I never really had.” Zeta nodded.
“I see.” PB replied.
“Anyway are your hands feeling better yet?” Zeta asked.
“They’re feeling a little better, but they still hurt like hell.” PB winced
“That really sucks, if your weren’t so injured I would have given you a hand massage but I don’t want to make things worse.” Zeta sighed.
“It’s alright, it’s my fault I ended up this way.” PB replied “Don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Zeta muttered to herself softly enough that PB couldn’t hear her.
Zeta then noticed that she was starting to get hungry. Like humans robots can get hungry, which usually meant that they needed to recover some energy to run at optimum efficiency. This can be achieved either with a rest in a capsule or by consuming food.
“Uh PB is it okay if I start eating my food right now?” Zeta asked.
“Huh, of course you can.” PB answered “Why didn’t you do so sooner?”
“I kinda wanted to wait until you came out, it didn’t seem right to start eating when you haven’t eaten in a while.” Zeta replied.
“You don’t have to do that Zeta, this isn’t a fancy restaurant and I’m not strict on manners. Don’t worry about me and eat something.” PB ordered.
“Okay if you say so.” Zeta replied as she got the tray of sushi and a bottle of Mango Lemonade off the cart and began eating her meal. “There’s also some soup and a bottle of Mango Lemonade for you when you get out.”
“Ah thank you very much Zeta I can’t wait to try it.” PB said happily.
As Zeta was eating her sushi PB still kept soaking his hands in the water. He wondered why she seemed to be more depressed the more he talked to her, it was almost like she was getting emotionally exhausted.
He had the feeling that she may have figured out he lied to her about forgetting what happened to him, but he didn’t want her to know how much it affected him. He was the leader of the Resistance and didn’t have time to deal with this when the entire world was in danger, and he certainly didn’t want his comrades to be burdened with it.
As he thought this his hands looked like they were stained with blood. He was shocked it happened again and tried his best to make it go away, even though he knew that it was his mind playing nasty tricks on him. The more he desperately tried to wash it away the more bloodied it got and it was making him feel scared.
After a while he starts hearing voices screaming in terror and clutches his head in despair.
As Zeta was finishing her last piece of sushi she hears a sickening sound coming from the other side of the door.
“Oh no.” Zeta breathed as she quickly opened the bathroom door…and covered her eyes at the sight of PB vomiting into a toilet.
“Ugh I forgot humans can do that.” Zeta says a bit disgusted.
“I’m sorry you had to see that Zeta.” PB pants without looking at her, still feeling nauseous “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Of course what do you need me to do?” Zeta asked without hesitation.
“I need you to get a bottle of mouthwash, there should be some in this room somewhere.” PB requests as he flushes the toilet.
“Gotcha, I’ll find some.” Zeta replied as she went to look.
It didn’t take long for Zeta to find some mouthwash for PB and for him to clean himself up. After he used the mouthwash to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth Zeta helped him walk back to his bed and sat with him.
“What happened?” Zeta asked.
“I’m not exactly sure myself.” PB panted “I guess my body is kinda weak from not having anything to eat along with my fever. But don’t worry about me I’m alri-*smack*”
PB became a bit disoriented as he felt a blow to the face and closed his eyes due to the pain. He certainly wasn’t a stranger to being slapped, the blow was much harder than what Sakura usually does though not as bad Hitomi’s [sonic slicer] slap from hell.
“No. You’re. Not.” He heard Zeta say. She sounded frustrated but there seemed to be some other emotions involved than just anger.
When he managed to open his eyes he saw something similar to what he saw before he was kidnapped.
Zeta was trembling and looked like she was crying, but she didn’t have any tears. Although robots can be just as emotional as humans, albeit more logical than humans, they are unable to produce bodily functions such as tears or sweat.
Either way she was trying to avoid looking at him directly and PB took it as a sign that he shouldn’t say anything and let her talk.
“You’re not alright, hell you’re not even okay!” Zeta continued “I don’t need the ability to see FRESCAs to see that you’re losing it! For god’s sake last time we met you begged me to kill you because you thought it was the only way for you to be stopped! Yet you pretend that you don’t remember what happened and don’t want to talk about it!? You don’t want me to worry about you so you keep your pain to yourself!? Don’t you realize that if you doing this you’ll only feel worse and worse!?
I know we just met and all but I want to help you, because I know I wasn’t much help when I had to fight you! It’s the only way I can help you after all I did to hurt you, because I know what it’s like! I’ve been there, I’ve been through that horrible feeling! It feels like everything and everyone you love falls down a hole and you can’t do anything to stop it, doesn’t it!? That state of helplessness is the worst feeling in the world, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, not even the people who made me feel that way!
So why do you have to do this to yourself PB!? Why do you feel that you can’t let me help you ease the burden on yourself!? I can’t possibly understand why anyone would do this to themselves!”
Finally fatigue set in and she couldn’t speak anymore. She kept crying being completely oblivious to the world around her and what PB was currently thinking when she finished.
(Wow that took a bit longer than I thought.)