November 8
Sen stared at the ceiling and grit his teeth as agony continued to shoot through his body. Now the pain extended to his lungs and he started to have difficulty breathing. Each inhalation caused razor hot needles to sieze his lungs, and he had to struggle to take another breath. Was this the end? So some worthless girl put a curse on him to eat his insides and that was that? No, Sen Inoue was not destroyed so easily. He would not be taken like this. Worst of all, Blake left to go fight his battle for him and that was something Sen would not live down.
The only problem was that he did not have enough strength to sit anymore. Fuck. God, no, I can't die. He groaned as he attempted to push himself up into a sitting position despite his body protesting and with no energy to do so. "Fuck," he whispered and fell back on the bed, his next breath particularly laboured. "Elisa, stand me up." Though his voice was a low whisper, he made it as commanding as possible. She was his and would do what he said - Blake should no longer have any sway over her actions. Sen's hand reached out to grab her and she was now in the blurry center of his gaze. Most of all, he did not want to die lying on a bed.
"I need to stand." It took a great deal of energy and breath, but he needed to say this.