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1/3/2016 1:45:28 PM
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[b]He springs up from the table, hitting his elbow on the ground when he collapses, but he manages to stand with a groan.[/b]
"Is he okay?"
[b]He says putting his black wretched arm on his chest.[/b]
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"He's fine, just exhausted. He did carry you and the others from the pod to his room."
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"Is there any way to have him regain consciousness? Perhaps give him energy again?"
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"Rest, caffeine injection. He'll be fine with a bit of sleep. Or a lot of coffee."
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[b]He sits back on the table, still a bit concerned.[/b] "Slam this into my heart." [b]He says handing the man a long syringe, it contains a purple liquid.[/b]
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[b][i]He does so, not questioning it[/i][/b]
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[b]His body lurches, and he groans, his black wretched arm twists and writhes, and it begins to fade from existence. His veins begin to turn black, and black veins run up his neck.[/b] "Gah!" [b]He gasps out. Writhing.[/b]
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[b][i]The doctor makes sure your ok, letting it happen[/i][/b]
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[b]His black wretched arm is gone, and he has a stump for an arm, it trickles blood. He continues writhing.[/b] "GAHHH!!" [b]With one last bellow, he stops, breathing heavily, collapsing back on the table. An icy blue energy flows off of him.[/b]
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[b][i]The doctor injects you with a fluid, knocking you out.[/i][/b] [spoiler]end[/spoiler]
