I suggest you lie down for a time, monsieur.
[A cold, hard voice murmured darkly, like the frothing of blood spilling up from one's throat. It was rich and deep--a sound to chill the very heart. But much contemplation was not for the listener to endure, for there came a creak of leather and distinct, crisp footsteps drifting away as the fiend darted
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YOU!
After all your pretty words...
You stood me up, you bastard!
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....G...rell...?
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So what's your excuse, hmm~? Prior engagement? Slipped your mind? Not IMPORTANT enough to REMEMBER?
Never mind! It doesn't matter! You can go hang, for all I care!
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T..they're taking me...to the hospital...
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It's the only other person in this city who has ever called him monsieur besides Franz.]
Doctor! Your location.
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M-my Professor...It's imperative you reach him.
[Gasping..His vision is beginning to blur.]
...I believe....several blocks away from Skye.
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...An address, a business nearby, anything?
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..A carriage. There should be one alongside the street...I was dragged into a back-alley..[thusly giving an appropriate description].
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oh, you son of a bitch!
... but hey, no problem. There's tons of bloodsucking French people around here, right?]
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Mister Dornez...
[A weak inhalation, though he's honestly doing his best at the moment. The boy would have to forgive him his current unresponsiveness. He'd give directions to the best of his ability, however, saying them softly before the ghastly chills of blood loss came over him.]
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[A weak murmur of assent; Seward was clearly fading. Who would have taken into account that he'd be exposed to less-than-agreeable conditions, much less factor in the extreme cold?
Fingers lifted to shakily clamp the personal handkerchief the wretched vampyr had left with him in a fit of whimsy. A small mercy, but perhaps also a very stupid one, given if this indeed belonged to Raphael it no doubt had his initials inscribed on the corner. The possibility of DNA evidence as well-if not contaminated with his own-would bring this accursed creature to light.]
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[Damn. Damn, damn.]
Just hold on. Keep talking to the network. I'm on my way. We'll contact your professor.
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[A soft reply. He doesn't sound so good. Not in any mind to protest, either.]
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[He doesn't sound good... Probably close to unconsciousness, but at least Daedalus is sending the ambulance. She's already on her way.]
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[Close, so close. He would struggle, but he wasn't that far from the hospital. He'd been bled out so quickly it was quite surprising that hypovolaemic shock hadn't set in, but perhaps it was already on the verge with the way his breathing was turning erratic.]
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