5: {in which Hanna has a brush with death and not his own} {Closed Commentlog}

Oct 04, 2010 20:26

[His hands are shaking when he gains consciousness again, he can't keep himself awake. He keeps trying to check Attika's body for vital signs, but he can't remember if he feels them before he slips out of consciousness over and over. His body is trying to shut down, restart, bring him back to speed after the misfire, but he can't let himself do it.

She can't be dead. Maybe she's stunned.

You've got to be stunned, Attika.

He can never find a pulse, though.

No, no, no.

He couldn't have fucked up this bad, this was serious, this was the worst...

His hands continue to shake as he weakly fumbles for her arm to check her pulse again.]

((OOC: Backdated to right after this.))

i want your horror i want your design, running from running, how can i help what you think, my make-up may be flaking

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