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trans_92010-10-31 02:43 pm
craaazyisland) wrote in trans_92010-10-31 02:43 pm
I'm So Sick [closed]
[OOC: FURIOUS MUNCEST ALERT. This log is the precursor to THE STEVENING, which starts tomorrow! More details will be up later this evening.]
Veronica was getting worse, slowly tightening its grip on Steve's body to the point where he was only coherent half the time. He still felt like he was fighting through a hazy fog, and clear thoughts were hard to come by. The fever was rolling off him in waves of heat and he looked like hell, pale and sweating and clearly sick.
There was one hope, a treatment the Science staff had come up with. It wasn't a cure, but if it worked, it would effectively neutralize the virus to the point where it wouldn't be a concern anymore. It had been tested. It had been simulated. It had been run on a virtual him a hundred times and each time, it turned out.
That was, understandably, not enough to make him feel comfortable with the idea.
From the moment he laid down and they strapped his wrists down (for safety) he was shaking like a leaf... though that also might have been the fever kicking itself up again. He closed his eyes and tried not to listen to Luis shuffling around and preparing in the background.
What's the worst that could happen? he kept reminding himself. I die?
Like I've never done that before.
Veronica was getting worse, slowly tightening its grip on Steve's body to the point where he was only coherent half the time. He still felt like he was fighting through a hazy fog, and clear thoughts were hard to come by. The fever was rolling off him in waves of heat and he looked like hell, pale and sweating and clearly sick.
There was one hope, a treatment the Science staff had come up with. It wasn't a cure, but if it worked, it would effectively neutralize the virus to the point where it wouldn't be a concern anymore. It had been tested. It had been simulated. It had been run on a virtual him a hundred times and each time, it turned out.
That was, understandably, not enough to make him feel comfortable with the idea.
From the moment he laid down and they strapped his wrists down (for safety) he was shaking like a leaf... though that also might have been the fever kicking itself up again. He closed his eyes and tried not to listen to Luis shuffling around and preparing in the background.
What's the worst that could happen? he kept reminding himself. I die?
Like I've never done that before.
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For the moment he was only staring at her.
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She backed up a little further, and when the back of her calves finally hit the table the launcher was on she stood for a second, taking a deep breath, before risking spinning around to lift the heavy weapon off of the table.
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There was a moment where it was impossible to tell what was going on in its head, whether it was Steve in there or the Veronica virus having pushed him out of the way for its own primal instincts. He growled low in the back of his throat and took a few steps backwards. Did he recognize her?
One thing he seemed to recognize almost immediately was the linear launcher. As soon as Claire lifted it up onto her shoulders, he roared loud enough to echo all the way down the hall, then lunged at her. He knocked her aside and sent her flying across the room, then bolted towards the laboratory door faster than something that size should be able to move.
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