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False been mining sand and cacti all day, but she won’t complain, can’t complain. They were so generous for allowing her to stay on the server, especially after she had forced her way into the peaceful server running from them, the sun beats down on her, she regrets wearing her black bomber jacket, but her wounds haven’t healed up yet, and there was no way she would show weakness not in front of these strangers. Overall, she isn’t happy about the situation, she’s hot, sweaty, her arms are screaming at her in pain and her head is pounding. Laughter seemingly rising from behind her, making her head feel like it’s going to burst with each noise. She really wishes she wasn’t here, wasn’t mining sand in the hot desert, wasn’t so dizzy that everything is spinning way to fast and making her feel nauseous.
The voices seem to be getting louder, though strangely they seemed muffled as well, she huffs in annoyance, nothing was going her way it seemed today. A person stayed in the corner of her eye, the black figure, with haunting red eyes and dripping red smile, seemed to stare at her almost tauntingly, an intake of breath, a digging her hand under a cactus, and a confused frown. Didn’t she just have her borrowed iron shovel in her hand.
She blinks trying to force herself to play attention to her surroundings more, as she stares down at the half covered in sand, she must’ve dropped it at some point.
For some reason her hand doesn’t want to stay wrapped around the shovel. She hears a shout from Zueljin? Or at least that what she believes his name is, she can’t really remember, she can’t even remember what he just shouted. She fumbles with her shovel again, the sun beating down on her some more as it climbs higher in the sky. She takes a quick glance around, just so she can see if anyone would call her out on mock her out of character clumsiness, but there was no one else around. It’s just her and the sand and cacti, just her for several hundred blocks. She’s all alone.
Running her tongue over her dry lips, not even able to wet them. She breathes out, and blinks. What was she doing again she blinks again eyebrows furrowed in confusion Where in Void’s name is she, she doesn’t remember, she doesn’t remember, she doesn't remember. Shaking her head slightly, she focuses on calming her rapid breathing, it barely slows, but it still slows so she thinks it’s as much as an improvement that she can get. It’s so hot, she feels like she burning, she feels faint, but she can vaguely recall what was happening before she started to forget. She doesn't belong on the server and is currently working so she can live there.
She not sweating anymore, she’ll take that at least, maybe she’s growing immune to the hot weather. She picks up her shovel. Did she drop it again? And starts shoveling up sand, the mind-numbing task help her relax, though her chest is starting to ache, and her vision is blurring. She moves to gather another cactus, stumbling headfirst into in, her dizziness must’ve spiked, she squints to barely make out the green centimeters from her face.
The blurriness, envelopes her the cactus prinking into her skin, making her take damage, as she lays there blissfully unaware, on the verge of passing out.
FalseSymmetry was pricked to death (x: ----, y: ----)
A chirp on his communicator catches his attention, especially since that was the death message noise for his. Xisuma looks at it was slight confusion, he though everyone had left the desert for a break, or at least that what Zueljin had said. People really shouldn’t be out in the desert for several hours on end, even if they took water breaks and sat in the shade. He doesn’t even see a message from her, asking if others can put her stuff in a chest. Xisuma ponders for a moment. She isn’t really my responsibility, but it would be rather rude, if I didn’t get her stuff. Hopping through the nether from his base to the desert was easy. He found her jacket, with several stacks of sand and cacti scattered around, under, and on top of it. He gathers the jacket and put the sand and cacti in a chest for the shop.
She hasn’t made her way over to her death spot yet, and that was quite curious, he heads to spawn through the portal hub, figuring she doesn’t know the lay of the land yet, and was quite alarmed when he finds her unconscious body, at the spawn point.
Xisuma notices, the bandages that cover her arms completely and the way some more peaks out from under her shirt. They seemed stained a dry red. Her face is quite flushed as well, he walks closer, and can see the rapid yet steady breathing through her back muscles. Worry seems to manifest in his mind, gentle moving his hands to cup her face, he presses the back of his hand to her forehead, an inkling of what had caused her to faint, when he does. She was burning up, quite a lot even though she been in the shade for the pass 5 minutes, she should’ve cooled down if she was just hot.
Though Xisuma doesn’t know if it was regular sickness, or a desert induced heat stroke, he still feels the need to help her out. He’s the current admin of the server, so it was his responsibility to take care of his server mates, when if they weren’t invited.
He scoops her up bridal style, her flushed face pressed against his cool armor, he can feel the heat radiating off her. A small whine bubbled out of her throat when he moves to adjust her. He winces when he realizes a trip through the nether wouldn’t be the best of ideas. He walks through the main area to get to his base instead. She seems to slowly be getting a bit more conscious, her eyes blink open before fluttering shut every few steps, she breathing seemed to have picked up, and she curled further into his armor. The coolness of it been helping cool her down. The foggy blur seems to swim around confused, as she tries to figure out her moving surroundings.
“Mmm, ‘Suma— void what ‘r you doing?” Xisuma winces, her speech seems way to slurred for just regular tiredness, but he does respond.
“You too hot, I’m bring you to my base to cool you down, you’re probably sick.” A disgruntled noise was the only response he got, and when he looked down, she seemed to have settled down again, closer to drifting off, with closed eyes, and slightly parted lips. Her face half pressed into his chestplate, and he shifts her upwards, to open the door to his base.
He moves to his personal bedroom, well the only bedroom in his base, and it often doesn’t get used for sleep. Xisuma reasonably deducts that she was suffering from heat stroke or heat exhaustion. He moves toward his bathroom and slips her in the bath before starting the water, slightly cool, just to prevent her body from going into shock. It doesn’t stop her from jerking awake when the water touches her skin and soaks her clothes. The panic in her eyes, with the weak struggles to get out, makes him place his hands on her shoulders gentle pushing her into the water again. She stares at him with wide eyes, before tilting her head down. The water fills the tub about halfway before he turns it off. The water stained red, probably from her bandages, which he forgot to unwrap, in an attempt to cool her down quicker.
Xisuma moves to guide her into taking off her shirt, completely ignoring the glare as she struggles to stay conscious. He takes off her gloves, and starts to unwrap the bandages, wincing when they stay stuck on her skin. The human, False eyes closed, and she breathing in deeply, ignoring every sting of pain, she can hear the sharp intake of breath, when Xisumavoid had unwrapped all of her bandages. The wound on her back, side, arms, and a bit of her stomach, was a horrible mesh of long deep cuts, each stained with a blacken edge, and dead skin, there was several burn marks that had once cauterized the wound, before they had split it open again, it barely heals, but pus and blood had slowly stopped leaking from the wounds.
False opens her eyes when she feels something cool touch the wound, tilting her head from the resting position she adopted, completely aware of being half naked in front of a stranger. She sees his hands coated with a light pink cream, that was getting rubbed against her wounds. She’s quite tired and the water’s coolness lulls her into sleep, as she stares at the visor of Xisumavoid’s armor, unable to see the reassuring smile.
When she wakes up again, she’s wearing a shirt that is too big to be her own, and a person guiding her into a sitting position to drink some ice water. She whines with a flushed face when she through a cotton filled brain realize what happened. She was supposed to be better than that, she was supposed to be a warrior, a fighter, she’s not supposed to let the heat defeat her. She chokes a little on the water making the person move the cup away, and a hand slowly moving to rub her back. She flitches a little on the contact, coughing to get the water out of her lungs, surprisingly her back doesn’t throb with pain when the person, Xisumavoid touches it. It merely aches slightly, once her coughing stops, she moves to swing her legs over the side of the bed, but the hand on her back moves to her shoulder, pulling her down in a laying position.
She grumbles a little, she wants to leave, it was embarrassing having to get taken care of because she passed out, she doesn’t need to be babied, and when she voices those thoughts, she gets a headshake in reply, a voice warbling about her still having a fever, she struggles to stay awake, for more than a few minutes.
Xisuma hovers over False sleeping for a few more minutes, before he deems her passed out, he moves toward his kitchen which seems to be getting more use than before, and fumbles through recipes on his communicator for something easy to eat food for her.
Over the next two days the process seem to repeat, until Xisuma deems her fit to leave, getting more and more annoyed, especially since she seems to think every time she wakes up she can get off the bed and try to leave his base, words always ‘I bother you too much’ and every time he forces her back into bed just so she can get a couple more hours of rest, just so he can prevent her heat stroke from becoming a full blown illness. The next time she wakes up Xisuma gives her, her old clothes, clean for her to put on and waits for her outside his bedroom door. He looks up at the person he pretty much nursed back to health and smiles a smile that he knows she can’t see. Leading her out to his base front door, he gives directions to the spawn, and with a scold of not staying in the desert for too long, he sends her on her way.
False takes a couple of steps forwards, pausing, thinking, she turns on her heel and moves to Xisumavoid again, she rocks on her heels, swallowing.
“Thank you, Xisuma, for taking care of me and letting me stay here.” She breathes looking over his shoulder, cheeks flushing in embarrassment “I really appreciate it.”
She spins on her heels quickly and walks in the vague direction of the spawn, with haste. She refuses to stay around for any sappy heartfelt conversation. She does regret her actions that cause her to get sick, but she doesn’t regret seeing Xisumavoid in a new light.
Xisumavoid may be her admin, but Xisuma could become her friend