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ooc: This takes place directly after this thread.
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[His attacker was gone. There had been words said but they'd fallen on deaf audios, Rung too consumed with pain from the entire little 'session' and that final blow to his chest. He'd been slumped on his desk when the other left, barely functioning--barely hanging on as his vents cycled weakly. For a long moment he just stayed as he was, the pain just too much to handle, to bear, and Rung knew that he was done.
This was it.
Several thoughts ran through his mind even as things started to just shut down and he forced himself to move one of his arms, reaching weakly around the desk for his comm unit that was always sitting there.
Fingers brushed it and he gripped it weakly, sliding it slowly but surely across the desk until he could activate it--not caring that it was set to automatically view as video.
Weakly he focused on it, unable to even lift his head from the desk as his remaining optic flickered just barely.] ...help..please...
[The words are barely above a whisper, barely words at all considering how mangled his throat is, the light in his optic slowly starting to fade despite his attempts to hang on.]
.....so..rry...I'm sorry... | | |
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