Dr. Julian Subatoi Bashir (salutatorian) wrote in mandalus, @ 2014-02-02 16:19:00 |
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002 [voice]
[Julian knows the end is coming, coming fast. Over the last few days, his appetite has decreased, he barely even wanted water. He's been tired, terribly tired, and hallucinating. His vision is impaired, it's impossible for him to keep his hands steady--he's burning with fever and every part of him hurts.
Their time is running out. He'd been the first to inject himself with the serum created from the Serpent's blood, it's been ravaging his body longer than the others. His increased stamina apparently wasn't enough to extend his time.
He knows he looks awful. Pale, shaking, dark circles under the eyes. He also sounds it, his lungs are congested and it's difficult to breathe. Clinical detachment is one thing, but experiencing his chest filling with fluids first-hand is not a comfortable experience, and he can't cough enough to clear them.]
[Julian addresses the network with his voice. He can't text--between his fading vision and shaking hands it would be impossible. But he doesn't want anyone to see him, either.
His voice is as steady as he can make it.]
It's starting. We're running out of time.
[He manages to cough, it's thick and wet and hurts terribly to do so. He estimates no more than an hour before he's dead. Perhaps half that will be spent unconscious, but he'll hang on as long as possible.]
I'm sorry.
[For what, he's not sure--his mind can't focus easily, but he thinks he needs to apologize for something. Everything.]