Agate stepped out in front of the hole with her arms up and her hands empty.
“I just want to help.” She tried to keep her voice soft and caring. She was used to barking orders, not gently talking wounded gems out of a dark hole.
The purple gem had his arms wrapped around him. His form was staticy, flickering like a picture on a broken screen. She was surprised he was able to speak at all. Most gems at this point can typically only speak in tongues or emit garbled screams. His hair was in his face covering his eyes. She had no idea where his gem was.
“Hey, solider.” She didn’t know what to call him. He didn’t look any gem she recognized. Is there a new type of gem recently found? A voice in the back of her mind whispered it’s doubts. “I’m not a doctor, by any means. But I know how to put a quick patch on most wounds. Can you show me where you’re hurt?”
He was such an odd color. Not an off color, but odd. Like a light Amethyst. But Amethyst aren’t typically male. And he’s way too small. Overcooked? Probably not.
She was searching him for his gem as she slowly closed the distance between them.
His form flickered again and she caught a glimpse of a purple gem in his eye socket. She paused. She didn’t recognize the cut. “Probably cause there’s a huge fucking chunk missing, ya idiot.” She thought, but she wasn’t sure.
“I’m going to touch you. Don’t freak out.” Slowly, she reached out her hand. Her fingertips lightly touched his forehead and brushed his hair from his gem. She stared into it for a long minute. Something was off.
“Can you scoot closer into the light? I need to see how deep the crack is.” That was only a half truth. She could fix it without knowing the full extent of the damage, but there was something reflecting in his gem, and it needed a closer look.
Chalcedony couldn’t help but try to press himself a little closer to the wall as the Agate got closer. He just…wasn’t used to other gems helping him. He was used to the opposite actually… The little thing watched her, quiet and shaking. His mind was screaming, expecting her to go back on what she said and hurt him.
However….eventually he spoke. It was choppy, often interrupted by static.
“…..Not….soLDIEr….I…..chalcEDony……SERvant…..Like peaRLS…..” His voice was barely a whisper, and the static made it hard to understand, but what was audible was enough to understand what he was trying to tell her. He didn’t feel it was right for her to address him as something he wasn’t, especially when he was below that rank.
The small gem let out a slight whimper when he was touched and his hair was brushed away, getting rid of what little protection he had for his gem. It didn’t help when she asked him to go closer to the light, away from the tiny bit of safety that the exit hole gave. However, after a bit of hesitation, he shakily moved closer to her and into the light, closing his eye tightly as if he was expecting her to shatter him.