Daimon Hellstrom (
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Dying is easy [Closed]
Daimon fought with himself the entire walk to Medbay. He had put this off long enough- too long, really. If there was anything that could be done for him then his delay only hurt his chances. But if, as he felt in his heart, there was nothing...
It was easier, in a way, not knowing for certain. He could ignore the failings of his body, rationalize them away. He could continue his relationship with Patsy without fearing how it might end. He could make plans for the future. But inside he knew the truth, he knew what was happening, and he couldn't pretend anymore.
And so Daimon Hellstrom arrived in Medbay not early for his appointment but on time- or as close as you could come to it on Stacy.
It was easier, in a way, not knowing for certain. He could ignore the failings of his body, rationalize them away. He could continue his relationship with Patsy without fearing how it might end. He could make plans for the future. But inside he knew the truth, he knew what was happening, and he couldn't pretend anymore.
And so Daimon Hellstrom arrived in Medbay not early for his appointment but on time- or as close as you could come to it on Stacy.
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He took a deep breath. "For several weeks, perhaps over a month, I have experienced periodic pains in my chest." He laid a hand directly over his heart. "At times it has been incapacitating. Lately I've noticed that my endurance has decreased dramatically. I am easily fatigued."
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Daimon looked down at his feet, even though they were covered. "No. Nothing is swollen."
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She came back to his front, hands going into her lab coat pockets. "Well. I'm not entirely certain what's going on. But your heart is definitely weakened. I'll have to run some more tests, see if there's something else there. It could be viral."
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Unfortunately, as the tests went on, the first answer became the second, third, fourth...all the answers.
She took a moment to digest the final results, pressing her forehead against a wall before returning to Daimon in the other room, looking over his chart. "I wish this was one of those 'good news, bad news' things, but I'm afraid it's all bad news." She flipped through the chart, then shook her head. "I'm afraid, Mr. Hellstrom, that your heart is failing. Though that's only the beginning of it, as there are other systems in your body that are following the same route. Your heart may well beat them to the punch, but it might be a near enough thing."
It wasn't easy news to deliver. "Point of fact, Mr. Hellstrom, is that you are dying. But I can't find a reason for any of it to be happening. There's no viral cause, no genetic cause that I can find. It's like somebody's fixed a dimmer switch to your internal organs and is slowly turning it down."
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"I know the cause, doctor." He rose from the bed and walked several steps away from Faiza, keeping his back to her. "You may be unaware, but I am the son of Satan. Throughout my life I have possessed two souls, a normal soul and a darksoul, made of pure evil. It first manifested when I was 13." He clenched his hands into fists.
"I thought I was doomed to spend my entire life fighting it, always fearing its hold over me, knowing the torment I could inflict on others if I made the slightest mistake. If I was not strong enough. But then-" He turned back to Faiza. "Then the darksoul was removed from me. The result was terrible. It possessed various members of the crew, hurting many in body and in soul. When we had surrounded it in the Vatican an option presented itself, one that I had never before been offered.
"With help, I sealed the darksoul away where it could hurt no one. I no longer had to bear its burden. While I can never be truly normal, I was close. The past few months-" His lips formed into a rare smile. "I cannot properly describe how- how free I have been. What it is like to truly be myself, to finally allow myself to become close to people without fear." Daimon's smile softened and lingered for several moments before he turned aside.
“I was aware that there could be complications. The darksoul and I are merged. I see now that removing it is just the same as removing a vital organ. It may take longer, but the end result is the same. But there is one crucial difference. Two souls in one body- it is not natural. It is not right. It is dangerous. And perhaps, in this way, I can finally destroy the darksoul. I am prepared to accept the cost. If I am to die, I shall die as a man.”
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Which didn't mean much to some people. But it was a warning she needed to give. "For the moment, I'll need to do some research and see if we have anything in the pharmacy to deal with the chest pains or make your heart any stronger."
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"I don't think it's something the Captain needs to know at the moment," Faiza replied. "Though I will keep that in mind should it become necessary. The information is already keyed to doctors only, though I think it may be best for me to stay on as your primary care giver unless I find somebody better suited." She gave him a wry smile. "I'm afraid I'm not very well versed in magic or the supernatural. That was coming up in my training."
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