Aspirant_A Sci-Fi Harem Adventure by Maxx Whittaker

Author:Maxx Whittaker [Whittaker, Maxx]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07ZLNYL7Y
Publisher: Saving Throw Ink
Published: 2019-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

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Convalescence Field #4

Aspirant #2239

Room Timer: 00:10:00

You’d think I’d be used to this by now.

You’d be wrong.

Everything, the respite area, my companions, even the floor beneath my back ceases to exist. I writhe, moaning, body rigid as the healing radiance puts my broken flesh back together. I exist in a cocoon of pain and heat, eyes shut so tight I’m afraid I’ll be blind when this torture is finally over.

I can barely hold a thought as muscles knit and bones I hadn’t realized were broken set. My lungs, coughing blood moments ago, heal almost violently, and I take in one desperate gasp before they lock up, as frozen as the rest of me. My insides repair, slower than the rest, and I feel every bit of it; one more horrible memory I’m sure is going to leave me with PTSD or something. My weak heartbeat picks up tempo, sweet relief that’s short lived.

All of this hurts like fuck, but it’s nothing compared to the ember of agony in my brain. I don’t know what the hell using my new ability did, but it feels like my mind is flayed, like my synapses have fried like bacon. The brain is impossibly complex, right? Is this going to leave me with brain damage? It’d be some kind of fucking heartlessness, giving me amazing powers and then leaving me a drooling vegetable if I use them, but I wouldn’t put it past the Citadel. But any fear I have of the healing being insufficient evaporates after only a few seconds as my thoughts clear, as the fugue of all this fades like darkness chased by the sun rising.

It’d cold comfort. Brain repair with no anesthetic blows .

I don’t know how much time passes. The pain fades, my muscles relax, and my heartbeat slows.

I don’t want to open my eyes. Not yet. I know Mika and Syl are probably waiting for me, but for just a few moments, I want this peace to last. This place is a nightmare, and that was only the fourth trial, only the fourth “room,” and it was so, so bad.

What will we face next?

But maybe… I make fists, flex repaired muscles. Damn. They feel… Good. Like I’ve lifted weights every day of my life up to this point and ran a couple hundred marathons to boot. This “levelling up” is more profound than what’s come before. Even my mind feels noticeably sharper and quicker.

I wonder if it has to do with how jacked up I got this time. Maybe the more damaged I am, the more I power up. Maybe letting myself get injured on purpose during the next trial…

I shy away from that thought. My wounds may be gone, but the memory of them is not. I can still feel black metal separating my arms, can still feel my insides shredding as I saved Syl. The memories are fresh, vivid. Sharp panic clenches my throat.

Nope. Not going to do that again if I can avoid it.

“Sam.”

The word is low, quiet, a long syllable that hangs on the S.

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