They cannot stop it.
I need firemen, not doctors.
After all these months it has now spread left.
A dagger in my left eye. Stiff neck. Crushing head pain.
Agony. Agony. Agony.
Trying to get my queasiness down so I can try Amerge.
I feel like I need a shot, an injection.
Scarlet ghosts fall from between my legs.
The light screams.
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