Chapter 92
by 
Actiaeon
What is it?
Some quite severe, yet non-mortal injuries.
Fear begins to take hold of you, what happened to you, how injured were you, what does Rachel, not want to tell you. You move to get out of the bed, you need to find a mirror, something, is very wrong.
You throw the covers off, and begin to pull yourself out of bed, your muscles aching and your bruised and battered body begging you to give up, to return to the soft yet coarse fabric of the mattress, and however you persist.
"Aaron, what...?" your sister asks, finishing "you have to rest."
"No," you sternly answer, "I need to see myself."
She looks at you confused and then gently helps pick you up, helping you get onto your feet. Her hands are cold on your bare chest, yet her right hand is partially obscured by some bandage around your back. You take your first step, yet it's weak and clumsy, the pain in your back feels like someone is twisting a hot knife.
"Ah," you cry.
You take another step, and a similar reaction begins, you stumble, and your sister strains to hold you up.
"I'm sorry," your sister begins crying, "this is all my fault."
The dull aching is becoming consistent only punctuated by a sharp pain with each step you take.
You finally get to the mirror. You are only wearing some loose paints that go to mid-calf. Someone must have brought them from the colony. Staring deep you almost are unable to recognize yourself, you see the muscles that punctuate your now modified form, still impressed at what you currently look like; yet now huge black, blue, and deep red bruises cover your torso, and parts of your arms, legs, and even face. It is almost too grotesque, it's enough to make you wish you could cover it up. Yet for some parts of your body, your wish has been granted. A huge bandage is wrapped around your chest and mid-waist, most of it is white, yet on one side it is a dark red, stained from the blood. Another bandage is around your upper left arm, binding into the bandage around your chest, and one covering parts of your face; you even feel one around your thigh.
However, the most shocking thing is your left arm is missing, from just below the elbow down.
Your right arm first reaches for where your limb used to be feeling nothing, yet you still feel the pain coming from where your arm should be. Then you touch the one on your face, gently touching the bandage, the cheek only feeling a numb pressure. You have no memory of how you got some of these injuries. Some of the fights are already blurring together.
"You were quite badly injured," your sister tries to explain, "I didn't know if you were going to make it."
"I need to go back," you tell her, in an almost robotic tone.
You take your painful steps towards the bed, and eventually, you manage to lay back down. Your body finally satisfied in your return. Your sister gives you some pills, which you greedily take with copious amounts of water and silently and quickly settle back into your resting place.