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mnt_raph*The door opens to what appears to be a standard issue hospital suite.
Various monitors and machines whirr and beep in the working gloom.
To the left of the door is a small desk, to the right a locked cabinet with glass doors.
But the most eye catching thing in the whole room isn't the machines or the desk, or even the locked cabinet, it's the man in the bed directly across from the door.
The man that those employed here refer to by nothing more than a number.
122.125*
Various monitors and machines whirr and beep in the working gloom.
To the left of the door is a small desk, to the right a locked cabinet with glass doors.
But the most eye catching thing in the whole room isn't the machines or the desk, or even the locked cabinet, it's the man in the bed directly across from the door.
The man that those employed here refer to by nothing more than a number.
122.125*
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Date: 2006-08-23 11:56 pm (UTC)He's quiet for a moment, still. The only real movement is the twitching of his whiskers.
"The others, will they be all right?"
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Date: 2006-08-23 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 12:00 am (UTC)He sits up on his haunches and scratches behind one of his ears.
"bloody traps."
He mutters to no one in particular.
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:03 am (UTC)Her voice is gentle.
Her hands are shaking, just a little.
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:07 am (UTC)He turns and gives a salute in the direction of...well someone.
"Stiff upper lip, chaps. We'll soon meet again, though hopefully not too soon."
After giving his fur one final smooth down, he looks over at the black cat that sits to his left.
"Ready when you are."
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:17 am (UTC)Death reaches out.
There is the sound of wings.
...some time later, she is back, and standing next to the man on the bed.
"Baby..."
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:29 am (UTC)Eyes flutter, muscles tense, and something deep within him growls.
The something wants out. It fights against the restraints that keep it tied to the bed.
Sudden movement shifts the sheet which covers the man, exposing his torso.
Something is missing. Something that should be where fresh sutures now reside.
Livid skin held together with black string railroads a path across his chest. It's a familar pattern, one she's seen countless times before.
Over his shoulder, where a silver scar sits, is a dressing of gauze.*
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:33 am (UTC)"Shh, baby. Shhh. We're gonna get you out of here. Soon."
She can't do it herself. Not without damaging him further.
Instead, she leans over, and brushes the hair away from his face.
They cut him open.
While he was still alive.
Somewhere, a star explodes.