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Post by 216596 on Jan 15, 2010 3:52:25 GMT -5
The hospital emergency and critical condition ward.
Ah yes. Akane has been here many times before, each visit greeting her with the moans and cries of the ailing. Each time, she had been greeted by the mocking presence of another, leaving their signature across the pale linoleum walls like an artist claiming his work. Ah yes… the unknown deity hidden in the shadows pretending its work was hidden from her prying eyes. Of course, she knew better. She caught its handy work and she tried her best to fight back, pawn by pawn, death by death. She always found it hard to even attempt this… it seemed to be outsmarting her when it thought she was not looking…
But this time… Oh, but this time…
This time it was her hand conducting the orchestra of waning gasps and mouth-less screams.
She had peeked into several rooms, just to see her progress. The seizures and convulsions shortly to be followed by death seemed to sing out to her as she watched a few floating numbers fade.
Hehehee. Rest in peace.
She was displaying the early symptoms of the poison herself. Saliva dripped generously from her teeth as she smiled and she slowly and increasingly began to fall to the convulsions herself. She approached a desk where an overstressed orderly was seated, furiously typing into a keyboard and moving papers from one file to another.
The orderly glanced up and gave a small yelp.
Akane’s smile grew wider as she waved saying, “What’s up, Doc?”
The orderly gave a few sharp series of orders to other orderlies. Something about another batrachotoxin and to get blood tests? She couldn’t concentrate… her head was spinning…
She felt herself be moved onto a soft surface before blacking out.
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The orderlies gave nervous glances at each other. This one seemed… off somehow.
They quickly hustled to inject an IV into her arm and added some medications to wake her. She would need to make a statement before she died. After all… the hospital was prioritizing.
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