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2/21/2016 6:01:43 AM
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"Keep talking to me man... MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIIIIC!!!
[b]the guard simply wacks him across the face with a baton. He turns to Dreath[/b]
"Your gonna live, lightweight."
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[i]This...how?...[/i]
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"D-dreath... Please... Stay with m-" [b]he clobbers Wheatley again, his head cracking and leaking brain fluid and blood across the floor[/b]
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[b]He punches the guard in the chest sending him into a wall, knocking him out, then steals his access card, unlocks the cell and starts to heal him[/b]
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[b]he slowly fades back into conciousness, and already begins to fall back into it. He looks dreath in the eye and grins. Even under excruciating pain, he still took a few of his final moments to give him a warm and welcoming smile... Even if it may be is last.[/b] "Dreath... Run..."
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[i]No! WHY?![/i]
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"T...they won't catch you if your fast enough.... Just... Go." [b]he gives another massive smile and shakes slightly [/b]
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[i]They can't...[/i] [b]He has a sudden moment of realization and happiness[/b]
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"Yeah... D-don't think about me... J-just run..."
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[i]No[/i] [b]He picks you up and the lights in the room start to dim[/b]
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[b]his eyebrows furrow, concerned for one of his few genuine friends [/b] "I-I'm hopeless at this p-point, j-just go!"
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[b]Dreath looks down at him and smiles under his helmet. In a flash of black they're in the back of a dark storage room[/b]
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"W-where are we? What are you d-doing..."
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[i]Saving my friend[/i]
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"W.... Why? All I do is... Nevermi..." [b]he shakes violently [/b]
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[b]He sets him down on a box[/b] [i]I'm not losing another[/i]
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[b]the pitiful creature vomits and continues to shake violently until he slows, along with his breathing[/b]
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[b]He searches the crates for a few minutes and finds some medical supplies then checks his vitals[/b]
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[b]due to his non-human species, he has three hearts, one is entirely missing, the other is dead, and the other is barely working. He is breathing slow and shallow as well as his one kidney is failing[/b] "How hopeless am I..."
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[i]We can get you fixed up buddy[/i]
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"No, dreath... I'm sorry... I've..." [b]his heart stops momentarily before jumping back to life[/b] "I've failed you..." [b]he continues this vicious cycle with his heart, in excruciating pain[/b]
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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 2/21/2016 3:51:49 PM[i]NO! NOOO![/i] [b]he rips of his mask which reveals a pale tear stained face his eyes are hazel and he has blonde hair[/b]
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"I... I never did see... Your face..." [b]he smiles, peculiar, given the situation at hand. Many guards burst into the room, one of which grabs him by the neck and slams him into a wall.[/b]
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[i]STOP IT HE'S DYING[/i] [b]He writes to the guards[/b]
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"I'm sorry dreath..." [b]the guard hits him again with the baton and throws him out of a door. He turns to dreath[/b] [u]"why are you in the possession of a registered war criminal..."[/u]
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[i]HE'S NOT A WAR CRIMINAL[/i]
