[125] Death Tolling Like a Motherfucker // Text/Spam

[stopthat_destro]

Doctor, Claire, Franklin can I speak with see you?

I'm in the infirmary.

Obviously.

[And that's all he's typing, because he doesn't want to talk to the Barge :C HE JUST HAS TO MAKE IT PUBLIC FOR LACK OF FILTERS.]

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[deusexmechanic]

Hey.

[Harper had left it a little while before coming to see Rex. At least until he was calmed down a little, but when he does come, he comes bearing gifts!]

I got something for ya. Found it in your room.

[He moves to settle into the seat at the side of Rex's bed, and hands him the rolled up piece of paper.]

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex looked up, relieved to see Harper. He took the piece of paper and looked at it curiously, then wrote on his notepad:]

Who was in my room?

[deusexmechanic]

Just me. I was checking to see if you had any spares. I mean, for your ventilator.

[Harper gestured to the sheet of paper.]

I don't know how that made it to you. It was in an empty bottle when I found it.

[He paused then, just for a moment.]

I uh, kinda glanced over it. Just to make sure it wasn't someone threatening you.

[stopthat_destro]

The spare was damaged.

[He looked at the paper again, running his fingers over it, then unrolled it to take a look. His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, but his expression softened as he continued reading. When he was finished, he set it aside and looked away, saying-- well, writing-- nothing.]

[deusexmechanic]

[Harper reached over to put his hand on the back of Rex's neck, giving it an affectionate squeeze.]

How are you feeling?

[stopthat_destro]

[He allowed the gesture, turning to look at Harper again. He picked up his notepad.]

Terrible.

[Glancing down at the letter, he added:]

So, you read it?

[deusexmechanic]

Yeah, I figured. I'm sorry, Rex.

[He gives a little nod, in response to the question.]

Well... once I figured out who it was from, I kinda skimmed the rest, but yeah, I read enough. What do you think about it?

[stopthat_destro]

Processing it.

[He's not quite sure how he feels about the letter. Good things, with a mixture of longing and regret, but he can't quite define the emotions in him right now. So, instead, he frowns a little and writes something else.]

The worst part about this wasn't dying.

[deusexmechanic]

[Harper watches Rex for a moment. He decides not to press him on the letter for now, because... well, that's pretty personal. Talking more about his death though? That seems to be on the cards.]

What was the worst part?

[stopthat_destro]

[He motioned to the ventilator, then wrote:]

Or the video. I haven't decided yet.