04-09-2020, 11:01 PM
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Sheogorath.
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Sheogorath.
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Lucerne. A man Sheogorath had history with. His amber eyes glimmered in the low light as the man's vision traced the features of the doctor's face, listening to the words that drifted his way as he laid limp and weak upon the bed that had become, in a way, his prison. Something he sought to escape from. Seeing Lucerne sit across from him, inquiring as to what had brought him to the clinic that day, it brought a dry, quiet few huffs of laughter to the red headed man's lips. Underweight, covered in mysterious bruises, and unnaturally pale, those were only the visible symptoms. On the inside, he waged a war against some strange illness, and it was tearing him apart at the seams. His bones ached, and he felt so weak, as if a gentle breeze might be enough to knock him to his knees should he dare leave his place in the bed to venture outside.
Trying to keep his face neutral, to avoid the familiar sensation of a frown from crossing his features, Sheogorath began to speak. His voice was weak and wavering, but audible, [b]"I think I'm dyin'." He was blunt and bold as the words left his pale, chapped lips. "Asides from what you can see, the bruises I can't explain, the paleness, the weight loss, I'm just...not feelin' well. No appetite, pain deep in me bones, weakness, terrible fatigue...ah, I get these headaches sometimes too, and fevers, off and on. Pain under me left ribs. And I'm not sure if it's connected, but that damned knife wound, shallow as it is, it took days to stop the bleedin'. I've never bled like that from such a small wound. Figured it was worth mentionin', ya know?" Sheogorath uttered a sigh, tapping the edge of the bed with his right hand as if to comfort himself with the small movements. "I dunno, I'm just not feelin' right inside. I feel like me own body is shuttin' down on me. I don't want to die." It scared him to think that he could be taking his last breath at any moment, that his body could give up on him in an instant. But Lucerne could fix him, right? He was going to be fine.
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Trying to keep his face neutral, to avoid the familiar sensation of a frown from crossing his features, Sheogorath began to speak. His voice was weak and wavering, but audible, [b]"I think I'm dyin'." He was blunt and bold as the words left his pale, chapped lips. "Asides from what you can see, the bruises I can't explain, the paleness, the weight loss, I'm just...not feelin' well. No appetite, pain deep in me bones, weakness, terrible fatigue...ah, I get these headaches sometimes too, and fevers, off and on. Pain under me left ribs. And I'm not sure if it's connected, but that damned knife wound, shallow as it is, it took days to stop the bleedin'. I've never bled like that from such a small wound. Figured it was worth mentionin', ya know?" Sheogorath uttered a sigh, tapping the edge of the bed with his right hand as if to comfort himself with the small movements. "I dunno, I'm just not feelin' right inside. I feel like me own body is shuttin' down on me. I don't want to die." It scared him to think that he could be taking his last breath at any moment, that his body could give up on him in an instant. But Lucerne could fix him, right? He was going to be fine.
and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME