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When he had been sedated and placed into the pods, Daimon Hellstrom's heart felt as though it were on fire. When he woke the pain had spread to his entire body. He had been released into one of the halls but he couldn't stand again. He didn't even have the strength to stay on his hands and knees and collapsed onto the floor.

"No." He whispered.

Daimon heard Stacy's gentle, encouraging voice in his head but not listening. He couldn't make out the words.

It was impossible to focus on anything but the pain. He couldn't remember where he'd been before now. He tried to clear his mind and focus but it was useless.

"Months," the word kept running through his mind. Why?

You're dying. And with the realization came other memories. His weakness, his chest pains, all symptoms he had ignored for as long as he could until he saw Dr. Hussain. Somehow, he knew he was dying. He could feel it but until she said "less than six months" he hadn't realized how quickly it was all happening.

Now that time was gone. He had spent it in the pods as Stacy tried in vain to heal him.

Daimon clawed at the floor but even his attempts to crawl failed.

Not yet. God, please not yet. Patsy. Let me see Patsy one more time.

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She could definitely tell. She still raised her hand, pressing it to his forehead. "No, I imagine you can't." Didn't matter what he couldn't do. With a fever like that, there wasn't going to be much he could do. "Wait here a moment. I need to get an anti-grav stretcher."

She couldn't get him into the medbay on her own otherwise. He was just too big for her to move on her own.

Daimon reached to grab her hand.

"Don't."

The son of Satan spent most of his life in solitude. He chose to keep people at a distance, both for his sake and theirs. But as his strength failed, as fear and doubt filled his mind, he knew one thing: he didn't want to die alone.

Faiza stopped as he caught her hand, pausing a moment before settling beside him again. "I can't get you inside on my own," she told him.

"Please..." There was something in his voice that Faiza hadn't heard even when she had told Daimon that he was dying. There was fear.

"Please." He repeated.

Daimon's hold on her hand tightened for several long moments. Then his eyes focused and for the first time he both saw and heard her clearly. He let go.

"Hurry."

"They are near the door." The fear did get to her, but she had to remain calm. He needed her to be calm. "I'll only be a moment." She pressed her hand to his shoulder before standing, ducking into the medbay. She was back in only a minute, carrying the stretcher and put it down beside him. "Let me roll you onto your side and get this under your back first. Then we'll get you inside."

Daimon nodded. He did his best to move- it was easier to shift his weight than to support it- but he still couldn't do it on his own.

"Thank you."

Luckily, he didn't have to do it himself. Helping Daimon shift himself onto his side was a lot easier than trying to lift him herself, especially if he could help her a bit. Then it was just a matter of getting the stretcher beneath him and helping to roll him onto his back.

"There," she said, patting his hand as she put them across his stomach. "Just another moment and I'll have you to bed." Where she could at least monitor his condition. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. Shaking herself, she moved to the controls, turning on the anti-gravity to lift the stretcher so she could direct it inside.

Daimon's eyes kept closing but each time he opened them. He wasn't going to die. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.

"Is Patsy- is she here?"

"I don't know." If she was, she hadn't been in the medbay. "I can check for you."

Daimon wasn't happy with that answer but it would do. His fast, shallow breaths, slowed and deepened as he did his best to relax despite the pain. This time when his eyes shut they stayed that way.

His lips moved in a silent prayer. Our Father, who art in heaven...

When Faiza was able to get him to the bed and situated, the monitors confirmed her fears. Every organ in Daimon's body was failing. At best he had a few days, at worst a few hours.

Yeah, she wasn't surprised by that. Saddened, certainly, but not surprised. "I'll do what I can to find her. What's her full name?"

"Patsy Walker." He said weakly.

If he'd been gone for months she may have moved on but Daimon hadn't. He didn't think he could.

Even if she moved on, Faiza would have been surprised if she wouldn't be willing to come and see Daimon. "All right. Rest." She'd inserted an IV, attempting to bolster his organs or at least bring down the fever a bit. "If she's on the ship and awake, I'll do what I can to find her."

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