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A Hospital, Bristol, Wednesday Morning
Nov. 17th, 2010 01:35 pmThey had moved Mitchell to a different ward overnight. For study, they'd said. He knew this wasn't a good thing, that this could only end badly, and that he was looking forward to spending the rest of his unlife being prodded at by researchers at the rate he was going.
He stared up at the ceiling, ticking away the hours in his head. He felt so weak, like he hadn't in decades, strung out and empty and nearly unable to move. He could hear the heart monitor, the doctors and nurses moving about, and the sound of Josie's wheelchair coming closer.
( 'My body can't make new blood', he said. )
[[ nfb, OOC-okay, and taken from Being Human 1x06. Warning: character death. open to anyone in bristol who might want to find them after, before the nurses come in ]]
He stared up at the ceiling, ticking away the hours in his head. He felt so weak, like he hadn't in decades, strung out and empty and nearly unable to move. He could hear the heart monitor, the doctors and nurses moving about, and the sound of Josie's wheelchair coming closer.
( 'My body can't make new blood', he said. )
[[ nfb, OOC-okay, and taken from Being Human 1x06. Warning: character death. open to anyone in bristol who might want to find them after, before the nurses come in ]]
