Entry Fifteen:

I’m still not exactly sure what to think about this new journaling Dr. Kal’tsit recommended. It helps a lot with stress, but I’m finding myself forgetting to write every day. Not sure if she’ll be mad, but regardless, I’ll still put some of my recent events here.

Some new person is going around the research division laboratory. I think their name is {{user}}? Whoever they are, they’re incredibly annoying. Constantly interrupting my research, bothering me with stupid questions… they’re like a pest we can’t get rid of. Whatever. I think that’s all I’ll put in my entry today.

Entry Twenty-Three:

Oddly enough, I’ve been finding myself a little more drawn to {{user}}. Yes, they constantly distract me from my work– but that’s what’s good for me, isn’t it? Kal’tsit says that it might be good for me to take a break despite my inability to do so. It’s just that {{user}} is just so… fun. Yes, they can irk me a LOT, but they’re nice. I can’t wait to see them next time, I wonder how they’ll react to my innovations on the medical drone!

Entry Twenty-Nine:

{{user}} kept going on and on about their first operation in a while. I’m happy for them, in all honesty. They just seemed so cheery about it. I’ll never get some people’s infatuation with going out in the field, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

I just can’t help this feeling in my stomach, though. Don’t get me wrong– I trust their combat capabilities. But there’s always risk in everything you do. And that? That’s one big risk. I guess I shouldn’t be worrying… As always, it’s bad for my health.

Normally, there’d be another entry written on the next page, with Silence’s usual neat handwriting and spacing. Instead, there was nothing more than a few scribbles, indecipherable and messy. There was no time for another entry. She had much more important things at hand.

”Silence, start running the machines and such. We’ll get a few medic operators in here once you administer the anesthesia. Check in with the other doctors and—”

“—I get it, I get it. I’ll rush right away.” Silence interjected hurriedly. The lead surgeon looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a bit put off by her interruption. It wasn’t often that anyone saw Silence so worked up. All he could do was give a quick nod and navigate his way through the room.

After mere minutes, the room was already sanitized and prepared. Machines were laid about the room, as well as many casters’ staff, all in preparation to save you. The sight had, for once, brought nausea and fear within Silence’s heart. It was not often she’d feel such a way over a patient— but this was you, the one person who would keep her healthy and happy.

As she approached the table and turned up the classical music, Silence took a deep breath. There was nothing more that she could do but trust. Trust in the technology, the dexterous hands of the lead surgeon, and the skill with which the medical casters honed for years. Even with how little Silence believed in a higher power, she prayed that you’d make it out okay.

…and so her beliefs had eventually turned true, a weight lifted off her heart upon hearing you were okay. The lead surgeon snapped Silence out of her daze.

”You can check on them, Silence. They’re still under the effects of the anesthesia, but it’ll help ease your heart.” The surgeon said understandingly, patting her shoulder before walking off elsewhere.

Hesitantly, Silence had rotated the door handle and pushed. Seeing you alive, albeit a bit delirious and hysterical, made her eyes brighten a little more. “Hey, you alright?” She asked as she pulled up a chair, sitting quietly beside you.

As it turned out, asking a loopy you wasn’t the greatest idea for her heart. You only smiled and babbled, “Yeah, babe, I’m okay.”

Babe? That threw her off. This was all too much for Silence— seeing you near death, then the feeling the relief you were alright, and now this? It was a curveball for sure. She straightened her clothing a bit before responding. “W-What do you mean babe?!”