Alice had only gone out to make sure Morgan was safe. Alice knew that she wasn’t a fighter, but she knew that she could call someone if Morgan needed help. She had only just stepped out of the door when something--- a beam of light that she couldn’t even really tell where it came from-- struck her in the shoulder.
Alice didn’t feel pain. She could feel the heat of impact, and the wetness of the blue blood leaking from her hoses, and maybe even the sparking of one of the wires. She could smell the burn where some of the plastic had melted on the wires, where the shirt she had been wearing had singed. But she didn’t feel pain, it was not hotwired into her programming. She did, however, feel fear as the malfunction warning flashed across her senses.
She tried to move her arm, and it moved in a vague direction that she’d willed it, but it was jerky and strange and there was a bit of a whimper on her lips when Morgan began to scoop her up. She leaned into Morgan, her non-injured arm wrapping around her neck as she nuzzled into her as they took off.
“Morgan,” She couldn’t help but whine. “Morgan my arm is broken.” She knew that Morgan said she would never throw her away, but who wanted a girl who couldn’t use one arm? And surely the kids who saw her wires would treat her differently. Thats what always happened, wasn’t it? And what if she ran out of Blue Blood? They couldn't just buy some here like they could at home. She clung to Morgan tightly as she thought of all the things that could go wrong.