bish. (affectionate)

It was a last minute decision, one that had the twisted curl of negativity pulling at the captain’s gut. The feeling was off– he’d felt this may have been a trap of some kind. Every singular one of his senses told him that there was something wrong with this operation; the information they’d been given, the timeframe, the urgency in which they’d been deployed for it. It felt like one moment, he’d been in a briefing room, finalizing the details of the operation, and the next buzzed past him in a blur with the familiar click of his boots within the aircraft. 

The craft was in the air faster than he could settle himself into a seat, beginning the habitual check of his weaponry. A ritual that only aided as a balm to the persistent press of his nerves, the grating drive of worry that waned itself under each mechanical movement of his fingers against the magazines, the line of grenades settled against his hip.

He did the same thing every time. 

They’d arrived just short of an hour– the destination hadn’t been far from where he’d been stationed, another additive to his long list of reasons this was off. He was used to having last minute things thrown at him, it was the nature of what he did, but the bitter taste upon his tongue regarding this mission specifically wasn’t something he could ignore.

He’d just have to keep his eyes peeled, fine-tuned to their environment.

A litter of trees encompassed the scene below them– the craft housed himself, and three other operators of the BSAA’s North American branch. A small team, something that placed an ease in him as he had less to look over. At least in these parameters, anyway.

Their pilot’s voice sounded itself within the headpiece nestled atop their heads, “Preparing to land in five, sir.” 

A cue, one that he’d acknowledged with a nod in the direction of the other agents lining the sides of the aircraft. “Up and ready. Our location is four miles West of where we land.” 

Their boots shuffled in tandem the moment the steady whir of the blades descended upon themselves, settling in a silence within the open grassland that’d parted within the trees. Standing tall, ominous around them as dusk began to settle itself; the orange tint to the skyline had faded beneath the shifting of deep blues, coating them in a near darkness as their quadrant moved with an effortless, controlled formation into the dense canopy. 

They’d arrived at a rundown warehouse; further West had been civilization, a town that sat near the outskirts of the treacherous woods. Just the scene alone seemed like a picturesque, all too perfect display of horrors he’d been far too familiar with. Branches tricked themselves under the pressure of his stance, cracking as they’d approached the split of the large, metal doors nearing the front. 

Chris gestured a hand to the left, the command silent as two of their squad parted in the given direction. There were steps that led to high ground, leaving Chris and another operative to take the lower half; the gesturing of his hand returned itself to the lower weight of his rifle, settling under the fore grip. The helmet settled over his features purred quiet as the goggles adjusted themselves into their night vision standard, gracing the firm narrow of his sight with a static green.

They were met with an eerie silence within the building. It was very clearly abandoned, boxes and a display of an exit with haste littering the place. Though, it was old– cobwebs, the scuttle of rats that’d immediately grabbed his attention. The scent was putrid, it smelled of decay– though that could’ve just been the building itself, wasting away under whatever pressure had left it in the first place.

It’d been the scream that caught his attention.

“Move, now.” Chris ordered against the communication device of his helmet, an encapsulation to his face in the chance of contamination. His legs were carrying himself even as the words left his lips, tracing the sound down a hall, through the only other door that remained between them and their target. 

A firm, swift kick of his tactical boot against the rusted metal of the barrier echoed on its hinges, his frame parting through the threshold with little caution in the notion. Before him– a woman? And a man, who’d been uttering what sounded like pleas in her direction, a pained expression coating the lines of his feature.

“Take a step back, and do not move.” The authority within his tone rattled itself within his chest; loud, controlling. Extending from his form was the precise aim of his assault rifle, leveled with the back of the woman– a shot that would land itself within her vitals had his finger against the trigger needed to pull itself. 

They have “activities” that you can customize. I entered all my medication in there. The process is this easy:

Open app

Click plus sign

Select mood

Select medicine icons

Optional: write something or add a photo

Done!

I’m a very visual person, so having custom icons for all the medicine really helps. I’ve also sorted them into folders based on type of medication.

It records the date and time automatically. If you want to change the time (say you took meds at 5 and forgot to record them), you can. It even puts them in a chart! You can then sort by “activity.”More advanced charts are a premium feature, but I haven’t needed them.

It was very useful for tracking how specific medications affected my mood over time. I also use it to track actual activities, like how exercise or shopping affects me. You could use it to track your period. (You should label it something innocuous like Chocolate Intake if you live in a surveillance state.)

If you’re no longer using the medication? Just archive it. It will remain in your records. Deleting the activity will delete it from your records. Taking a different amount of the medication? You can add an activity that is labeled x2 or half or whatever.

Need to remember when you started a medication? You can favorite an entry to make it easier to find via the search function.

They have Goals which will send you a notification to do them. I think you can have 2 free goals. You could also set a Reminder. Not sure of the difference, as I don’t use it.

It also has Important Days, where you can add reminders for birthdays and the like. There’s a photo gallery. They have Writing Templates, which help you to create specific entries. The premium version has PDF export capabilities. I imagine that might be useful when sharing information with doctors.

What was she doing in there? Truly, Deep wasn't sure if he wanted to find out or not, but either way, being left on the wrong side of a closed door, standing around with nothin' but his flipper in hand.... left him quite restless. Head canted to the side, letting out an impatient huff through his nose before he started rattling the knob once more.

"Come on, what could you possibly be doing? You said five minutes-" A brief pause, calculating how long it's been since Aoi's been in there. "Like, five minutes ago!" Not that he was getting concerned, of course not, but he was a fish outta water here, and there was no telling who else would show up. He really didn't need to fail this mission, it'd be his head on the chopping block, after all!

"You get one.... yeah, one more minute before I bust down the door! .... You hear me, right?" Shoulders rolled back, standing a little straighter, but it wasn't like there was anyone out here to be intimidated by such a dumb display, so it was quickly given up. One last bang of his fist against the door, and the Deep turned to march forward, giving the area one last survey. "Absolute bullshit..."

Why was it these types of things happened to him? The thought came as if he hadn't caused himself to collapse to begin with. He knew when he got stressed he forgot to eat, and when he forgot to eat he tended to have more extreme reactions than the normal person. Like passing out on the gallery floor of Aoi's shop. Vaguely he recalled having been holding a semi fresh cup of coffee... he doubted that made it at all through the tumble.

Fuck.

The more his brain kicked into gear, the more aware he became. And the more aware he became, the more he began to realize he was in a hospital. The beeping was a dead giveaway. Opening his eyes slowly, he went to move his hand... only to realize then that somebody was laying on his bed. Close enough to his hand that he bumped them when he shifted. Looking down, he found himself shocked to see Aoi laying there, part of her upper body on his bed. For a moment it doesn't register that she's actually there, that somebody gave a fuck enough to be with him while they thought he was hurt (and not just dumb).

The realization crashed into him moments later. His lower lip wobbling some as he struggled to not be overcome with emotion, Hikaru shifted his hand so it rested atop of her head, thumb gently brushing against her temple, sniffling with a soft little sound.

❝  what color are you using ? just don't use blue, i look tacky as hell in blue. ❞ laid back against the bedframe, he was giving her the chance to reach his face. if not for the position, she would have never been able to do the job just right. straddling his chest for the endeavor; he sits as still as possible - keeping his eyelids shut, trying to make as flat as a base as he could.