James: 5 [Voice]

[nonmetus]

[the berry is turned on with much effort, fumbling hands trying to hold it. James is rez-sick and can't use his wand, nor apparently keep a good hold on his berry]

Bloody fucking--

Sirius, Remus, one of you had better help me. I'm at--

[the machine falls to the ground, followed with much cursing and the feed cutting]