frankenstein complex ⇢ q.k | ✔

eleven

You were sat by the riverside, dangling your feet into the cool water as Ten, Kunhang, and Yangyang all swam around. Dejun had come back some time ago, alone, and was sitting next to you as he continued reading On the Ethics of Robotics. You were straining your ears as you listened for the sound of the door of the ag bubble to open, occasionally looking over your shoulder at it.

"He'll be here, Y/N," Dejun stated after the fourth time you had glanced at the door. He hadn't looked up from the text, but apparently could read your mind.

"It's been fifty-two minutes," you replied derisively. "According to Yangyang, he's a workaholic, and according to you, he's a stubborn, bad patient. Excuse me for doubting that he'll be eagerly participating in taking an afternoon off. Especially when some of his crew is still working."

"That's all true. But you forgot one crucial part."

"And what is that?"

Dejun flipped a page. "He told you he would."

"He said he'd be here, at some point in time. I'm the one who put the hour-limit on him, which he didn't exactly agree to."

"And yet, he didn't tell you no, either." Your companion said, the corner of his mouth twitching, as if he found something amusing. You doubted there was anything in that treatise that was exceptionally humorous. "He'll be here, Y/N."

"Can I ask what you needed to talk to him about?"

"You can ask. But that's a different question than if I'll answer."

"I just... wanted to know if it's about—" You looked at the other three, thoroughly engrossed with trying to splash and dunk each other in ways that were definitely unfair to poor Yangyang, who lacked anywhere near the same combat experience that Ten and Kunhang had. You leaned over to whisper to Dejun, "—the enhancements. If he's okay."

Dejun let out a chuckle, as if any of this were funny. "No, it wasn't about that. He's quite alright."

You were able to relax a little with this confirmation. "Okay. Thank you."

"How's your hand, by the way?"

"Oh, it's fine. I don't even think about it," you said, flexing your injured palm. "Doesn't hurt."

"Good. You should ask Captain Qian to change your bandage tonight."

You looked at the doctor next to you with confusion. "Why...? But you're... You were just ranting about how you're the doctor here, not him."

"Like you said, it's just a cut. Don't need an MD to change a bandage. Captain's perfectly capable for something like that."

"I suppose. But what's with the change of heart of all of a sudden?"

"I have a feeling he'll want to check on you personally, even if I were to change your bandage now. No point in changing it just for him to reapply a fresh one in a couple more hours anyway."

It was then that you heard the front door to the ag bubble open, and you snapped your head around to look. You immediately recognized Kun by his gait, before he even took his helmet off.

"Fifty-four minutes..." You muttered to yourself.

"Told you," Dejun said in a sing-song voice.

You continued watching as Kun disappeared into his tent, zipping it shut behind him. After a couple minutes, he reemerged, out of his armor and in his usual casual clothes. Instead of joining you and the others by the riverside, you frowned as you watched him take off on the trails between the crops, in the opposite direction from you all.