the wires got the best of him | open, seizure + development

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    Something is wrong. It's dark; too dark for even nighttime. There's no light. No color. I don't like this. Oh gods, what happened to me? The silence is killing me. Is this what it feels like to be dead? Am I dead? Is there no heaven, no hell, no peace? Just this... endless floating in a black void with only my thoughts?


    His body could be found in his room. No, he wasn't dead, nor did he appeared to be asleep. He was thrashing about, his limbs stiff and his eyes rolled back in his head. The colliers jaws hung open in a silent scream.


    Wait, what's that sound? A ringing. Like an echo. Is... is that light over there? What is it? Whatever it is, it has to be better than the darkness. ...it's warm in here. Orange wallpaper, a nice choice. Kind of dark art, though. Is that piano music?


    The seizure seemed to be worsening as the thrashing increased, his limbs hitting various objects and knocking them over. The noise would probably attract a curious Darkclanner, and they would find him in an still worsening seizure, glass stuck in his paws and bruises blooming all over his body.


    Where is it coming from? Wait, who... who are you? Can you hear me? Am I dead? ...dammit, answer me! Am I dead? Am I dead? I can't be dead! This can't be the end. I have so much more to do with my life. People need me! Do you even care? Answer the damn questions!


    ...


    Am I truly.. dead?


    //DUN DUN DUN!

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    "Hemlock, there's a- oh god," Mothnose abruptly cut her own sentence off, staring at the writhing form of Hemlock on the floor in front of her. She stood still for a moment, half of her brain debating about what to do whilst the rest of it remained in shock. Eventually, her mouth came to, and she yelled for a medic. Mothnose remained still - her mother had told her that trying to keep a fitting person still was very dangerous for them and you. Anyway, she wasn't a medic - all she could do was watch on in horror.

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    he moved without thinking.


    righthook would push away anything nearby, clearing a space for the thrashing canine to seize. he didn't usually buy into medical stuff, but towards the end, ivan had been real sick and had more than once fallen into convulsions or something similar. it was a boxer's way to go, dementia and mental illness taking over as you fell into memory. old fighter's didn't die, they just... faded away. it was taboo to do anything over than that, and so he had long since gotten used to the idea of seizures. he still had a stigma about them, just as he had a reluctance to speak of any mental or neurological issue, but the least he could do was clear the way for a clanmate to finish seizing.


    "... find benjamin, or bones."


    the words were for mothnose, his eyes still on hemlock. he wouldn't try to remove glass or anything, too dangerous with the other still shaking, but he'd stick around to make sure someone was here when he came to. the tom was oddly calm, even if he was no more responsive than usual.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;][hr] GLaDOS couldn't quite fit into most doorways. You know, being so large. But her ears priced up at the sound of commotion and pain, and she found herself outside of a doorway with a strong scent of panic and fear rising from it. She learned down, pressing her eye against the doorway to peer in. If she wanted too, she could reach in one of her arms, or maybe her south, but not past her horns, no.

    "What's going on in there?"     She demanded, not quite being able to see what was happening, and ever curious.
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    Mothnose nodded weakly, before heading out into the main hall and screaming for a medic. "Ben, Bones?! she cried, yelling into the hall, her unusually loud voice echoing off the hall's walls. "Hemlock is having a fit, or something!

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    "That I am the ill intent..."




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    "Who set upon the traveler on a road he should not have been on."[/fancypost]    		 [align=center]Wilson Fisk
    [size=8]I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,
    I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
    A monster, a monster,
    I've turned into a monster
    {Monster by Imagine Dragons}




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    Wilson wasn't a medic, but he did know a little bit from his mother. "[color=grey]Help me turn him to his side, otherwise he might choke by accident,    " Wilson grunted as he aimed to push Hemlock onto his side.




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    "Don't hold him down, though," Mothnose said, following Wilson back into the den. She helped the male push Hemlock on his side, and then opened his mouth. "His tongue's alright, someone keep an eye on it," she said, going full practical medic - she wasn't good at herbs and chemicals, but she knew how to tend to cuts and other things. Mothnose looked back up at Wilson, and then towards the others. "Don't hold him down, it's dangerous

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]It'd taken Ben a while to hear his name echo down the hallways. It wasn't because Mothnose had been to quiet. The medic had been simply distracted by his own thoughts. He hadn't actually been doing anything, just — thinking. When he did break out of whatever trance he'd been in, the wolf had launched up onto his paws. There was heavy concern in some of the DarkClanner's voices and a distant thrashing sound as if someone was knocking over things. Immediately, his line of sight narrowed itself. Benjamin quickly moved to adjust the medic equipment around his neck before taking off down the hallway, paws smacking against stone and concrete on his way towards the voices with the bag hitting his side in a rougher manner.


    "What's wrong?" Came a voice from Ben before he actually saw the canine he somewhat recognized as Hemlock writhing upon the ground. The way the male was thrashing around made it evident that he was experiencing a seizure. The eyes rolling back into his head was also another sign. Normally it occurred when either someone was pregnant or they, — they... what? Head trauma? A health disorder? Sometimes it just occurred when someone was dehydrated. Benjamin heaved in a breath, having to snap himself out of his thoughts as they rolled the DarkClanner on his side. "Yeah, good." His head turned towards Wilson and Moth as pushed I'm onto his side. "He's having a seizure, but you guys look like you already know that." He spoke louder than usual, but his voice still remained steady. There wasn't much change of emotion there. "Just... yeah, keep him on his side — but, what Moth said, don't hold him down too hard. Just some gentle pressure to keep him from knocking things everywhere." His honey colored eyes flickered back towards those standing behind him. Glados, Righthook. "Could you move that stuff farther a way? Can't have him, uh — hurt himself any further." He jerked his head to what had fallen from the previous thrashing. It was more of a demand as he stared at the feline and dragon-creature. "We can't do fuckin' much for him, but this shouldn't last too much longer." Sh*t, he hoped it wouldn't. His cranium tilted upwards again, as he attempted to stand off to the side from Hemlock, making sure the tall wolf didn't get hit by the jerking movements. It didn't work, and for a quick second a paw hit him directly in the stomach. "Oof!" Ben tried to catch his own breath, almost shaking his head at his own screw up. While the male was an educated medic, there were some things that still got him. He was really just a kid in the end. The healer tried to speak in between inhales as he caught his breath. "Does this... happen to him — often?" The medic spoke up loudly again, directing his words to whoever could answer that question.


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    Mothnose watched on as Benjamin, terrified about what would happen. Would Hemlock be ok? She certainly hoped so. Snapping out of her thoughts, she followed Ben's instructions to clear the debris further away. She shifted a fair few pieces of cutlery out of the way, although she had no idea why the heck they were there. This room was nowhere near the kitchen. Mothnose rushed back just in time to see Ben get kicked in the stomach by a flailing limb. "Oh... are you alright?" she said, concerned. There were only a few medics, and Darkclan could not afford to lose any of them.