phatom

Rhodes Island Landship

In some remote corner...

Clearing foreign matter, closing wounds, wiping the blood away.

This is what little I can do.

For finer treatment, you'll need the aid of a professional doctor from the Medical Department.

...This will be enough.

Thank you.

Where will you go?

Back to where I belong.

To where you belong...

You mean to say... all alone, by yourself?

W-Won't you go celebrate with your team? You've all been on such an important mission this time, and their spirits are so high, and you could surely be together...

I need not.

In times of celebration, there need not be me. Under the midday sun, there need not be shadow.

Perhaps the one who ought to join the celebrations is you.

That... I can't...

As you see fit.

...I should be taking my leave.

—Hold it!

I finally found you, Operator Phantom!

Dr. Whisperain, were you tending to his wounds just now?

Ah... yes...

Though you may not formally be on the Medical Department's roster of doctors, I still have a responsibility to remind you.

According to the 'Regulations for Management and Treatment of Rhodes Island Wounded Personnel,' all wounded Operators must undergo registration at the Rhodes Island Medical Department.

When people treat Operators' wounds in private like you have, we can put the little cuts and illnesses aside, but on the off-chance any complications arise in Operator Phantom's condition or from his wounds owing to your incomplete care, that creates a headache for the Medical Department.

I'm so sorry...

The one who asked Miss Whisperain for treatment was I.

There is no need to blame her.

I'm just telling her the facts.

As for you, Operator Phantom, you're the bigger problem here!

Why didn't you report to the Medical Department following your injuries?

If Blue Poison hadn't been on the same mission and she hadn't informed me about you during treatment, would you have just taken your pain all the way into the next battle?

This is irresponsible to the company, and irresponsible to yourself.

I hope you can recognize that.

The fault is mine.

I deeply apologize to you, dear doctor.

Right. I accept your apology.

Now, I need to issue you diagnosis and treatment, along with a full check on your state of health. No problem?

Don't give me that look. Hold on! Mouth shut! Don't make a sound! You're not using your Arts to slip out of here!

I'm not letting last time repeat itself. If I notice anything even slightly fishy, there's a pushbutton alarm here and I WILL immediately sound it!

Was there always such a button on the wall...?

Just relax. There'll be no corridors. I'm not taking you to the Medical Department.

Blue Poison's told me you don't like places with a lot of people.

So I've brought all the equipment here.

I'll help you collect and sort out your treatment information, and then I'll treat your wounds for you with Dr. Whisperain.

No problem, Dr. Whisperain?

By all means.

Will that be okay, then, Operator Phantom?

Sigh...

(Silent nod)

Good. Then I'll begin your diagnosis and treatment immediately.

If possible, could you describe for me the rough location and nature of your wounds?

Why aren't you talking?

(Points at sealed lips)

I believe it's because you told him 'mouth shut' just prior, Folinic.

(Rolls eyes)

You can talk now. Please go ahead.

A crossbow bolt piercing the shoulder, a blade slashed across the palm, ice binding both feet.

Shoulder, perforation wound; injury to hand caused by sharp weapon; hypothermia...

No effect observed in right leg, but lower left leg appears not fully recovered.

Right, let's deal with these one by one.

Shoulder perforation wound.

I closed the wound just prior. There should be no jeopardy.

Hm... If it was just an ordinary metal bolt, then we're good.

Did you debride?

Already sorted.

Judging from the healing of the wound, there should be no possibility of poisoning or infection.

Right. Next item.

Laceration to the palm.

Hm. Seems to be healing well.

However, with two separate wounds, we have a substantially higher risk of infection, so in a moment, I'll give you a prophylactic injection. That should solve that worry.

Finally, frostbite on the left lower leg.

Okay, alright. Stay like that, don't move. I brought the detection apparatus just for this.

This might hurt a little. Hold your breath.

Sample collected.

Beginning analysis—

Good.

Once the numbers come out, I can give final diagnostic conclusions.

Any other discomfort or injuries anywhere?

(Hm?)

(Miss.Christine? You seem to have something in your mouth...)

—Are you listening to me?

Mm. No, no other injuries.

Good.

Your recuperative capacity truly is outstanding, Operator Phantom.

Maybe I really have been overly concerned.

Operator Phan—Rather, Phantom, you're a specialist operator, aren't you?

So they call me.

But your mix of wounds is more numerous than I've seen on vanguard or defender operators.

I've heard your mission this time was extremely difficult.

'It's lucky we had him supporting us. We wouldn't have come back alive otherwise.' I've already heard from plenty of others to that effect.

But most of them don't know your codename, and have never even seen your form. They only know the shadow flashing across the battlefield helped them out.

They have nothing to gain from remembering me.

Sick of hearing that. All the operators I've treated before love stressing that one.

Let's drop that. Cut down on chatter. Most of the us here aren't that naive, or maybe one day we're all going to go our separate ways. Hell, imagine if one day we all end up meeting on the battlefield.

But Phantom, and I may be meddling... I feel I need to tell you that, at least right now, they just want to express their gratitude, nothing more.

Some words you might never have another chance to tell someone, if you don't tell them when you can.

(Quietly) ...Don't be a goddamned idiot like me, choking everything down inside.

Blue Poison told me you blocked a crossbow bolt for her.

She wanted to thank you, but couldn't find you, so entrusted me with bringing these things here.