He wanted to tell Terry to run, that he was fine, really, but all he could manage were gurgles, sick and wet and punctuated by inhales that didn't quite go deep enough. Behind the voice modulator, they sounded inhuman, a machine's roar. He wasn't aware of the scalpel still buried in his flesh, the exposed metal handle brushing softly against Terry's shirt like gentle fingertips.
He pawed at his partner with gloved, bloody hands.]
G-Gha--
[Go. Let me go. He shoved at him, desperate. His legs slid on the floor.]
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He wanted to tell Terry to run, that he was fine, really, but all he could manage were gurgles, sick and wet and punctuated by inhales that didn't quite go deep enough. Behind the voice modulator, they sounded inhuman, a machine's roar. He wasn't aware of the scalpel still buried in his flesh, the exposed metal handle brushing softly against Terry's shirt like gentle fingertips.
He pawed at his partner with gloved, bloody hands.]
G-Gha--
[Go. Let me go. He shoved at him, desperate. His legs slid on the floor.]