[While they struggled, Katurian's gurgles grew softer, less frequent, until he was nearly quiet on the floor, the only sound an occasional rasping breath. His throat was a well of blood. It was getting so much harder to taste the air.
(And then the little girl choked to death on her own blood. The end.)
He fumbled for his communicator with clumsy hands. He pressed keys he could barely feel. HE IS GOING ON A TRIP, he told his pre-set filter, the people that matter. HE IS FINE.
And then he heard Angelica scream oh so beautifully and he thought Terry must have won, thank fucking god, and a part of him forgot his condition in that promised victory and so he tried to push himself off the ground.
His arms collapsed underneath him. He choked, the sound so much closer to final than the other ones he made. He noticed this, even, thought about how exciting this was now that he didn't need to worry about Terry. (So he thought.) He wanted to hear every sound he made. He wanted to hold onto every sensation, cherish every feeling in this beautiful, failing body. He could write so much.]
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(And then the little girl choked to death on her own blood. The end.)
He fumbled for his communicator with clumsy hands. He pressed keys he could barely feel. HE IS GOING ON A TRIP, he told his pre-set filter, the people that matter. HE IS FINE.
And then he heard Angelica scream oh so beautifully and he thought Terry must have won, thank fucking god, and a part of him forgot his condition in that promised victory and so he tried to push himself off the ground.
His arms collapsed underneath him. He choked, the sound so much closer to final than the other ones he made. He noticed this, even, thought about how exciting this was now that he didn't need to worry about Terry. (So he thought.) He wanted to hear every sound he made. He wanted to hold onto every sensation, cherish every feeling in this beautiful, failing body. He could write so much.]