[His back hits the wall, and he falls on the ground, his NV slipping out of his pocket, hitting the floor and sliding away from him. The Ex-Human clutches his chest, hand shaking as his tattoo begins to glow.]
Nn---!
[His hand immediately dives into his jacket, pulling out a silver case only to have it fall out of his shaking hand.
It'd been too long
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All he heard was noise. The thudding hearts in the nearby rooms echoed in his mind, his ears picking up the coveted sound so easily from the sterile air, and drowning out the sound coming from his device.]
........
[A damp palm slammed against his forehead, long fingers bending as he tensed, damning the tempting heartbeats he couldn't ignore.]
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Tell me where you are so I can get you some help. Are you hurt?
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---!
[His heart almost stopped, silver eyes widening in shock, until silver orbs landed on the NV.]
...........
[For a moment, he'd thought she was in his---Tension eased out of his body, and with great effort he managed to speak in a semi-normal tone.]
I'm... fine.
[He closed his eyes. They wouldn't remain silver for long.]
I'll be---[He let out a slow shuddering exhale.] ... fine.
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You okay?
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It was all lost in the periphery of a choatic mind, a mind that slowly slipped down past the road of humanity, leaving him standing in front of a long stretch of darkness lined with blood.
Blood. It encased him.
There were too many noises, too many beating hearts to sink into---He shook his head, the latest voice but a drop in an ocean of scattered sounds.]
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[he pauses to contemplate, and there's the slight sound of him scratching at his face with a fingernail]
Next question. Is it some kind of chronic illness?
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---!
[His eyes widened in shock, immediately landing on the NV across the room.]
....................
[Only through the device--not there. His chest increasingly rose and fell, as he gulped down necessary air. He could feel his stomach knot and twist painfully, reminding him for his need for sustenance.]
What--[his voice came out hoarse at first] do you..... want?
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I-is your stuff alright, mister...?
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The pills did their work, and helped calm him down. His hand fell to the ground, letting the metal case slid out of his palm, as he regulated his breathing.]
...
[Another strange voice.]
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Those are supposed to help, right? Why'd you wait so long?
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Yeah.
[His chest began to rise and fall slower than the quick pace from before.]
Not enough.
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