Fenrir's Leash

Chapter 5: Fire Trials

Second after seconds, turns into minutes.

Minutes, turn into hours.

Hours, turn into days.

It has been two days after the Airborne Fortress rested, aftermath of his sinking, or rather, shooting down.

He moves his eyes upon his surroundings, familiar surroundings.

A memory flashed into him.

Azur Lane Infirmary.

That was where he is at, now.

With effort, he tried to stretch his body.

A sensation rushed over him. Relief, along with some questionable cracks of unknown origin coming out from his body.

Who cares? It feels good, after all.

Again, he tried to rise from the comforts of the mattress, but a familiar voice stopped him.

"Wait! Stop! Don't try it just yet!" Someone's voice, laced with worry, tells him.

In response, he scanned his surroundings again, and lo and behold, a girl with a nurse uniform.

'Wait...' He thought to himself as memories once again recalled itself into his brain.

"Vestal...?"

"Yes, it's me, now stop! You've just rested for a moment, and your wounds shouldn't have healed that fast!" Vestal answers, and tries to prevent him from overexerting himself.

Hearing that, Gleipnir checked his new body.

Though it was riddled with bandages, he didn't feel any pain.

'Hm, weird... But alright.' The strange revelation surprised him, but he kept calm.

Ignoring her orders, he kept on rising on the bed, and laid his feet on the cold hard floor.

"Vestal. How long have I been asleep?" He didn't give attention to the visibly frustrated medic, and questioned her.

"Two days, it's been two days, now lay down!" An answer, and an order.

Instead of a word coming out from his mouth, a low grumble came from him.

......

Silence.

The two stared awkwardly at each other, before Vestal broke the silence.

"Are you hungry, Gleipnir?" The girl questioned, stating the obvious fact.

"Yes..." He replied.

Two- no, four days he went without sustenance.

He starts to regret the decision of not having at least a spoon of food while he was back with Wales.

But no matter, all is safe, as long as Vestal allows him to eat.

"Vestal, may I leave? I'm not going anywhere far, just the cafeteria." Gleipnir pleaded with the repair ship.

'Is he overexerting himself?' Vestal thought to herself, upon scrutinizing the new Airborne Fortress' condition.

He doesn't seem to be in pain, nor is he in distress.

Her final judgement; a nod.

He was allowed to leave.

"Thank you, Vestal. I'll be back quickly." Relieved with her response, he acknowledged it, and rose from the bed.

He set his sights upon a black coat hung on the stand next to his bed, and glanced at himself.

Still bandaged, but no more pain.