[i]"OH, SHUT THE -blam!- UP."[/i] [i]Orion's voice boomed to "100%", which was the maximum volume that he could possibly speak at. Combined with the fact that he had yelled, his voice caused the area to shake a little, and probably quite a lot of pain for poor Dim.[/i] [i]Orion hadn't contacted someone for medical attention, he had contacted someone for more help on the man - and funnily enough, he hadn't really even considered the factor that Dim would bleed out, due to his violent combat programming: there was nothing in Orion's capability that he could do for the old man.[/i] [i]Then, unit 17O would arrive.[/i] [i]Dim didn't get a good view at the female android who kneeled down next to him and began to apply something into his arm: his vision became fuzzy, as he vegan to drift into sleep. But what he saw was a sadness and pity in her sapphire-blue eyes, while she studied and began to work upon the wound itself. Soon, he found himself awake: bounded to a table, with his wound stitched up. He was alone, as if...kept there by the things that captured him.[/i]