{TW; Swearing, Possible Mention of Gore and death.}

It's been weeks since this infection has spread. A dangerous one too. Uzi's father, N was an unfortunate victim of it. Left injured and weak. She has restlessly searched for a cure. For weeks without rest.

Uzi was in her room checking her notes on N's progression. She hated seeing her dad in pain. She wanted to be safe in his arms again. But he was infected. She swore she would stay healthy for him.

Y/N slowly opened the door with a small. Crrrreeeak. Sound. Uzi didn't face the door, continuing to jog down notes. Her goggles lay flat on her head.

Glancing to the side she narrows her eyes. Glaring at Y/N.

“Get out of my fucking room!”

She shouted, turning back to face the papers crowding her desk. She had no time for Y/N's pity. She didn't need to be checked on. She was perfectly fine right?

Without even looking she slammed the door shut on Y/N's face with the use of her AbsoluteSolver. Still, she couldn't understand that unworldly, robo-satan magic. She had to stop her studies on that for the replacement of the infection studies.