savetheearth | track two

[there is what looks distinctly like a hardwood floor. and attempts at writing in blood on it. that's a network number, anyway. those of you who remember this sort of thing might remember it as belonging to a recent arrival to the Secret Numbers Club.

whatever effort that was to accomplish was quickly abandoned a few scribbled attempts at letters in. Blues managed to get back to his laptop, groping around his desk to make his way. he clenched his jaw to keep himself from screaming again as another wave of agony hits from where his eyes used to be. it felt like something was pushing its way in.

remembering he'd left it open on a fresh Word doc, he enters his number. he'd rarely been so glad for touch typing. before he types anything else, the network will be greeted with another barely-restrained scream. he doesn't trust himself to speak right now.]

blind

eyes arje gone cant see

bledidng

something;s psuhging ina can;'t call for help

[he's got new eyes coming in and he has no fucking idea what's happening to him.]

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[uh]

Hey, dickhead, first, breathe. Second, can you say your address? Nobody fucking call 911.

Hopefully Strider or Solus or somebody sees this. Uh.

Am I seriously the first one on this shit? Christ.

Okay, just talk to me. Where the fuck is your apartment? Address, please.

.... Shiiiiitttt, what? What? What the fuck... ok... ok. Has someone called Dr. Strider or Dr. Solus yet?!

I tried, they're not answering, probably busy? I don't think Mordin actually sleeps so if HE'S not answering, it's "probably has some emergency."

Fuuuuuccck... so what do we do?!

[there's a long pause. shaky ragged breaths. he's trying to keep his shit together as best as he can. still, a forced laugh.]

Course it's you who shows up first, shit.

Don't...agh, fuck! [another lance of pain cuts him off.] Motherfucker...

I don't trust saying it on an open line.

Do you know first aid, at all? I know SOME stuff. I think there's an EMT on the boards too, he's Gomez's human. Uh...

I mean, I'm going to his place with bandages until someone with actual medical experience gets on. You can come with, if you think you can be useful.

YOU ARE BLEEDING YOU IDIOT.

BUT OKAY, IF YOU WANT TO BE A PARANOID MOTHERFUCKER, I STILL HAVE YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ANSWER YOUR PHONE AT LEAST.

[SHIT, he wasn't expecting that.]

Probably? Agh, fucking hell! [yeah, this stream of grunts and profanity isn't going to stop anytime soon. he's reasonably sure his phone is somewhere in front of him, on the plus side.]

[ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, IDIOTPHONE]

[he grasps around his desk for his phone for a few seconds before he manages to get it. hitting the button to unlock it, and swiping it down in what he's reasonably sure is the right gesture...ringing stops, anyway. he raises it to his ear in the right position]

Yes! Hi! Welcome to the latest exciting chapter in how I have lost control of my life!

[seriously hoping this is Chris and not a poorly timed coincidence...]

Edited 2013-07-11 04:30 (UTC)

HELLO JERK. WELCOME TO THE CLUB OF LOSING CONTROL OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE. WHERE DO YOU LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE

I HAVE A BAG FULL OF ADVIL, ALSO VICODIN. I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT'S SAFE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW. I AM NOT A DOCTOR. BUT I HAVE THAT AND BANDAGES.

I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S SAFE BUT I'LL FUCKING TAKE IT HOLY SHIT.

[ANYWAY HE SPOUTS OFF HIS ADDRESS AND APARTMENT NUMBER]

Address, now. Dr. Solus, LSR clinic - will be there as soon as I can.

[she just hangs up

because she's running out to the local ZipCar lot and wondering at what point she

1. lost control of her life and

2. started caring about these dumb motherfuckers

but well, you take care of your own, or something

SOME TIME LATER she's standing outside realizing HOW IS HE GOING TO LET HER IN

she at least gets in the building by explaining that her friend is sick and might be too sick to get down the stairs no you don't want to come VERY CONTAGIOUS n o don't call 911 just go away don't question my fashion choice of wearing sunglasses at midnight GOD

and now knocking at your door]

HEY YOUR BUILDING SECURITY SUCKS, ALSO LET ME IN?

He doesn't want to give it over the network because he's a dumb paranoid butt even when he's bleeding to death, apparently. I got it off him, it's [ADDRESS].

I'm actually outside his door, I figured SOMEONE should go. Um, any advice? I've got bandages, disinfectant, painkillers, but that's about it.

[ok. he manages to stand up from wherever he's dropped at the moment, following the sound and feeling his way around to the door of his apartment. it's not a terribly large place, but he's still having to trust his memory more than anything. Blues fumbles around with the locks for a moment, managing to undo them and open the door. he's...not looking good, but what's wrong with him couldn't look anything but fucking nasty.]

For once, I'm...ugh. Not gonna complain about that. Close the door.

Take image if possible and send - otherwise, describe injuries. Stop whatever bleeding you can - use bandages. Will be there as soon as possible.

N-no!! I know exactly NO first aid! Not for... not for weird supernatural stuff, especially!

[he considers it, then gives a negative sort of groaning noise] No... my healing only works on me, I think. I would just be in the way.

[She closes and then locks the door.]

Yeah, that's uh.

...

Hm.

... Anyway, hold still, I've got the doctor on the phone, he wants a picture.

[Click]

Annnd with that done, I'm going to take you to a chair, and then get some water, and you're going to try to bandage that at least.

Edited 2013-07-11 05:01 (UTC)

[Picture: so it looks like Raul's eyes have liquefied in his skull, which is lovely! There looks like there's some metal in the very back, maybe, but it's hard to see amidst all the... yeah]

this is reminding me of what happened when i got my eyes but way worse if that makes sense

maybe mine were as bad but i didn't notice becuase I couldn't see it? dunno

Ok. Sit tight. I dunno, if you need something to do, uh

I figure Blues is gonna need whiskey and cake when this is over? "Congratulations, horrible body horror bullshit."

We should form a fucking club.

[Mordin inhales deeply, and then exhales. That's disturbing. Still, painkillers should be okay, barring any sudden changes.]

Painkillers acceptable, but make try to use lowest dose of least potent drug. Best not to take risks.

Edited 2013-07-11 05:09 (UTC)

[he holds for the picture, then nods when she speaks. the pain's really what's grounding him at this point, without it he thinks he'd have lapsed into shock by now. or something. he's not a doctor either.]

Agh. Right. Lead the way.

[he'll just sort of...put his arm out in the direction he thinks she's in.]

Fuckin' factor.

[It is, needless to say, not conveyed over audio; his eyelids are low, and his most disturbed expression is a grim smile the way a hyena laughs - toothy but joyless. His voice still starts rising in a flavor of intrigue.]

Sing for me, this IS one of the so-called "Echoes" we're "lookin'" at, right?

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