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publicado originalmente en:Gydaton RP
10/17/2016 10:38:42 AM
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[b]He sits there quietly a little shocked[/b]
I hope you're not planning to cut me open...I don't like the stuff they give you to put you down. Too many headaches,nausea and sluggish movements
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"Don't worry. The headache will only last for about an hour. Besides, a headache is a small price to pay for keeping you from dying."-Silver
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Have you heard the noises a dog makes when they're in constant pain...it can make you reconsider helping them
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"And that is relevant...why?"-Silver
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I'm just trying to explain how much I don't look forward to an organ transplant
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"Don't worry. I've had at least two, and came out of them completely fine. You have nothing to fear."-Silver
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Sure..I have nothing to fear until someone makes one wrong move and mutilates my insides [b]he scratches his right shoulder before he brushed the fur gently[/b] Or if someone sneezes or even coughs...if they do I will kill them and be traumatized by the experience if I live long enough
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"Relax. No one will be sneezing."-Silver *a group of three medical droids enters the room and make their way over to Lethal, one of them heading towards the medical cabinet while another heads towards the replicator and another stays with Lethal
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If I tried biting one will they give me sedatives? [b]He watches them before nudging the one that stayed with him[/b]
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"Probably."-Silver *one of the droids injects him with a light sedative and I gets to work on the surgery
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[b]He flinched from the needle gritting his teeth tightly with quiet whining that got quieter as the sedative kicked in and he occasionally whimpered, he was somewhat aware of what was happening but when they reached his heart they discovered he had a very serious heart murmur and some flesh of his lungs was under developed[/b]
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*they immediately start to get to work, thinning the aortic valve to a more healthy thickness and injecting his lungs with programmable stem cells that start to form developed lung tissue. Silver simply sits to the side, watching the long process
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[b]He let out a weak growl and weakly swiped at Silver, he seemed very uncomfortable with what was going on and slightly flinched with every procedure they were performing[/b]
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*after a few minutes, Silver walked up to him and sat right next to him, the droids nearly done with the surgery "Don't worry. They are nearly done."-Silver
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They better be... [b]He painfully looks down and stared at his own heart for a moment before weakly laughing[/b] Where the hell did the ice go?
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"The what?"-Silver *one of the droids injects Lethal with some painkillers upon realizing he was awake
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It's a joke dummy...heart made of ice [b]He flinched from the needle growling at the droid but he didn't bother to fight back[/b]
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*they soon complete the surgery and start to close the surgical scars created with nanites
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[b]He bites his lip somewhat uncomfortable as the nanites heal the scars[/b] I don't know how people manage to get used to these things crawling all over their body
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"It takes time, but it is possible."-Silver
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Yeah sure [b]He barely reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flask trying to unscrew the cap but the sedatives made it a much harder task, he starts mumbling with a low growl as his hand can barely grip the cap before slipping[/b] Oh dammit
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*his face immediately changes looking more concerned. He picks up Lethal's cap and hands it to him "What's wrong?"-Silver
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I can't open the damn flask [b]He doesn't even bother looking but he chucks the flask and despite being sedated it leaves a dent in the wall[/b]
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*he walks over to it and brings it back to Lethal, opening it up and handing it to him "Probably just the drugs. They will wear off soon. Try not to drink too much though. Your drug habits are probably what got you in this mess in the first place."-Silver
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[b]He takes the flask and pulls silver closer whispering in his ear[/b] [i]I'll stop drinking when my children get married[/i] [b]He drinks the flask dry and drops it to the floor[/b]
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"If you keep drinking, you may never get the chance to have kids."-Silver
