Talk:Soldier Beetle/@comment-27049723-20151209132555/@comment-27013779-20160124155518

Without much time to think, I drop down my pack, pull out my last canister of water, thrusts it into her hands/claws/pinchers. I leap and run to the nearby town, providing all the money I have and acquired antiseptic, gauze, bandages and pain medication (or at least what counted as pain medication back then).

Out of breath, I stumble to the soldier beetle and start to treat her wounds as best as I could. Given her size in comparison to mine, I had very little doubt about moving her, so I was going to have to make do here as best as I could. Despite the pain of her aching leg, to which I couldn't deem whether it was broken or not, the soldier beetle looked at me without saying a word.

As night crept upon us, I had become too tired and passed out. Not only was I running low on water, food was needed, which I could no longer buy. My body was slightly weak, and succumbing to exhaustion, fell asleep. At some point later in the night, I awoke to found myself in the embrace of the soldier beetle. Too tightly bound by her and too tired to move, I was stuck there. Then, I heard another sound, I turned to her face and leaned close. She was mumbling in her sleep.

"I...love...you..."

So cute and so delicate despite her size and armorment, she really was just a shy and embarrassed little girl isn't she. I pucker up and give her a small kiss, "I...love you too."

She smiles and I am relieved, fading back to sleep. I could get used to her wing around...

-Carthois