Thread: Empire-City of Sin (Black_Out and Sardonyx)

The steady pinging beep sounding from the monitor helped to alleviate some measure of concern as it's soft rhythmic tone suggested that Justicar was in a stable state. A long tube with a crystalline looking fluid suspended overhead in a clear bag dripped some manner of medical assistance through a needle securely tapped around his bared forearm. His breathing was shallow though, and there was a pale and sickly complexion that caused dimples of moisture to cling to his chilled body. It was hard to not overhear a doctor outside in the relative calm of the hallway discussing the scenario with an attending nurse. That, thing, the Komodo, the poison has set in heavily. Once that first bag is drained, give him an hour to let the antidote work then begin the second dose. Keep a close eye, and if there is any shift in his condition make sure to page me immediately. We're not going to be the ones that let one of Empire's finest hero's die on us. His voice, though sternly business like was tinged with obvious concern as his softly spoken words echoed from the otherwise quiet hallway and into the room. His paled lips parted with a soft coughed up breath as Justicar found the muscles of his face tightening in agony. Pained eyes struggled to open fully as he needed a moment to let her softly spoken quip register into his clouded consciousness. H..hey there, my sweet little lollipop. Despite his pained and exhausted state Samson couldn't help but find the modicum of strength to offer a rebuttal along with a pain twinged smile. It was an amusing game they had been playing on and off for years now, seeing how could come up with more ludicrous yet adorable nick names shared in private moments. The athletic and muscular toned hero tried to settle his hands against the railings of the bed and push himself upward in an effort to not look so pathetic towards her. His arms strained though and the normally resilient Justicar found the poison clouding his blood stream and attacking his body made him feel like jello as he sunk back into the bed with a defeated groan. The movement caused the drawn up blanket over his body to slide away, revealing the heavy cotton bandages that were wrapped in layers upon layers around his chiseled abdomen. Their absence revealed a putrid looking mix of pale and darker purple blotches that peaked out from beneath the fringes of the bandages. His hand turned faintly and his fingers traced over the back of Daphne's hand as he looked over to her and noted the anger and concern in her emotionally torn face. You know, if I knew you'd play dress up for me, I would of gotten.. His words sputtered as he put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly. ..I would of gotten beaten up, a long time ago. His body buckled as he quaked with a weak and light shake of laughter. His arm fell away as he slumped back into the sturdy embrace of the none to comfortable hospital bed and turned his gaze towards his visiting angel. Don't do what I know, your thinking of doing. His face turned into a taut and stern countenance and the tone of his words reflected that look. Don't go after him. He's, he's gotten bigger. His fingers began to absently trail away from her hand as he found his eyes fluttering once more as the toll of his worn out body began to drag him back towards unconsciousness. I'll, be alright. Don't, go after him, not, without me. His head turned and sunk into the pair of pillows bundled beneath as his eyes slid back shut as his body sought out it's much needed rest. The clacking feet of the attending nurses red croc laden feet could be heard as she approached the open door to Justicar's room as the hero fell back into slumber. Out in the depths of the swamp the Killer Komodo had finished with his measly meal and tossed the carcass of it's remnants into the flames dancing before him. Morning was approaching and he knew he would be hungry again soon. The constant changes that had been metamorphosing his once human body had plagued him with a never ending, insatiable appetite. Still though, the vestige of his mind and the memory of the life he once lived as an electrician working for Empire Global Power Corp remained in grasp. He hadn't given in completely to the primal urges that clawed away at his will, a by product of the serum and genetic manipulations that he was ruthlessly exposed to during an experimentation that he barely could recount anymore. Last edited Oct 4, 2018