Rip and Tear (Into my A**):(Doomguy X reader)

Radio Silence (Male Version)

" I do not think that he would want to see you like this, you have not slept in three days, you have stopped eating, you have only left this room to use the bathroom and retrieve materials."

You couldn't sleep, every time you did you thought you heard the drone of the machines stop, and you just weren't able to get any amount of rest when you still hadn't finished your project.

In front of you, the foremost material on biomechatronics sat splayed out on the ground, the section of floor you had claimed as your work station basically a paper carpet.

"I can't. " it was an admission to yourself as much as it was to him. "If I had stayed where I was supposed to, if I had been here for him-"

"If you had been here, you would not have been on Earth to defend what mattered most to you, it was your shot that distracted the Icon long enough for it to be finished."

"Was it? Or was it a distraction for him ?"

Flynn was so capable, he was an impossible man, stronger than anything definable that you had yet to encounter. He would have succeeded with or without your attempt to help.

"It was no distraction for him, I was there, and even as an AI I am able to know that."

The piano patterned in the background, sad and panicked.

"He loves you, desperately so, he loved you before he pushed aside his cowardice enough to tell you that he loved you."

"I-" you gulped. "-He should have a leg when he wakes up-I-he needs a leg." You didn't know much, but you did know hardware; even if he woke up and didn't want you anymore, you would give him what you could.

"Vega." Through the last weeks, it had been you, a robot, and the steady cadence of a restarted heart. "I think it's as ready as it will ever be."

Vega was a brilliant piece of software that you didn't understand at all. However, you did know that having him around meant that you had one of the greatest technological advantages in the entire world.

Vega was not just a software program that knew the binary of his own code, he also was capable of learning.

You had him running through simulation surgeries every day that stretched into the construction of the mechanical leg, and now you were confident that he would be able to perform the delicate surgery to attach each nerve to the ones that you had synthesized.

Whatever had happened to Flynn's leg was traumatic enough that the damage took a toll on his entire body (obviously, given the stress it had put on his heart). The surgery would have to include an amputation of the damaged flesh around the immediate site of the damage, and from there, a port would be installed and the leg would be attached directly to the newly exposed nerves on the severed leg section.

That was, if he woke up and consented.

You wouldn't try anything that he didn't want.

It had been something to keep yourself busy, not ever a real goal.

You realized that as you stared at the cold walls of the medbay.

It had never been purposeful, it was only ever a way for you to distract yourself from the crushing madness of your sudden solitary confinement beside the body of a man that could be a corpse any moment.

"You should rest now, the leg will be ready when he wakes."

You sniffed and rubbed your hand over your eyes.