Night. Darkness. The doors were unlocked. Renamon stayed motionless for a moment, glancing at her roommate pacing until the woman left. The Digimon had remained silent. She needed to think.
Her wounds were nowhere close to healed, but staying inside to rest, after she lost a day, wasn't an option. She still had her services to render, and on that note, had lost her flashlight the night previous. And wasn't that ironic in its own right? Renamon sighed once, then slowly got up. The light sedative had faded, leaving the pain medication working fine. She wondered vaguely how long it would last.
Slower than normal, she slid on her knuckle and placed the scalpels around her body. The only good thing about the hindering bandages were the extra places to keep weapons. With a wince and a shaky breath, the Digimon steeled herself and walked out the door.
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Her wounds were nowhere close to healed, but staying inside to rest, after she lost a day, wasn't an option. She still had her services to render, and on that note, had lost her flashlight the night previous. And wasn't that ironic in its own right? Renamon sighed once, then slowly got up. The light sedative had faded, leaving the pain medication working fine. She wondered vaguely how long it would last.
Slower than normal, she slid on her knuckle and placed the scalpels around her body. The only good thing about the hindering bandages were the extra places to keep weapons. With a wince and a shaky breath, the Digimon steeled herself and walked out the door.
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