#casualty

"Can you stand?" "No, Handler." "Why not?" "You haven't given me my legs back, Handler." "Why should that stop you? Go fetch them." "You're right, Handler. Thank you, Handler." A few moments go by as the Girl's arm servos whir to life, before struggling as they pull the half-completed body upright. The forearms shake and wobble slightly, and its neck barely supports the frail cranium atop it as pulling itself to a sitting position forces the head to flop to the other side. There's another beat as it processes the feeling of its upper body being vertical, its eyes swimming with stars as the blood drains from its face, pupils unfocused. "What are you waiting for? Get. Up." The Handler barks, which causes the Girl to flinch. "Yes, Handler." As one hand crosses over the body, gravity pulls it off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump, its other hand barely managing to prevent its head from hitting the floor and knocking its sight globes out of its skull. It takes another few seconds to catch the wind back into its chest from the effort. "Who said you could stop!?" It flinches harder this time, putting a hand up as it refocuses on the situation. "Sorry, Handler…" With sickening screeches, the Girl drags herself along the floor, the base of its pelvis drawing scratches across the linoleum. It shivers and flinches with every movement, seemingly in pain the entire time, until it manages to reach the other end of the room. Then, as it finally reaches out, hand approaching the foot of one of its legs, a boot slams down on its hand, and a sickening crunch and coinciding scream echoes out into the hallway of the medical ward. "What do we say when we want something?" The Handler asks. "But I don't want them…you told me to get them." "NO! I wanted you want them." "Yes, of course…Handler, may I please have my legs?" As the boot comes off of her hand, a sickening grin spreads across the woman's face. "Good. Finally taking action in your own life."