Talking. Someone's talking. That's nice. The last person who talked to him was a crazy German scientist, and look how that turned out.
Like this. It turned out like this.
Everything hurts. His leg hurts, his hands hurt, his ribs hurt, his head hurts. Everything hurts. It's a lot easier to pass out from the pain. A lot easier.
But she's telling him to wake up, and he's nothing if not stubborn, so he tries to stay conscious. His eyelids flutter - his eyes are glassy, and he's staring at the sky, which means he's pretty much staring at nothing.
Had someone come to investigate what had happened? Maybe someone had been able to call for help. Which meant...oh, God.
Murkoff personnel.
He weakly tries to swat at her with his left hand, the one that isn't clutching the camcorder. He's not giving in without putting up what little of a fight he can.
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Like this. It turned out like this.
Everything hurts. His leg hurts, his hands hurt, his ribs hurt, his head hurts. Everything hurts. It's a lot easier to pass out from the pain. A lot easier.
But she's telling him to wake up, and he's nothing if not stubborn, so he tries to stay conscious. His eyelids flutter - his eyes are glassy, and he's staring at the sky, which means he's pretty much staring at nothing.
Had someone come to investigate what had happened? Maybe someone had been able to call for help. Which meant...oh, God.
Murkoff personnel.
He weakly tries to swat at her with his left hand, the one that isn't clutching the camcorder. He's not giving in without putting up what little of a fight he can.