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20th Transmission
Jan. 21st, 2010 02:14 pm[There's static for a few moments, before the comm actually picks up the very subdued voice.]
Ratchet... I... need you. Please.
Help.
[All of the above fall under things he would never... ever... say over open comm lines like this. Thank you very much, Captain. There's a pause, but anyone with decent hearing can hear him muttering to something--or someone.]
It will be fine... going to be okay... quiet now. I have you... Going to be fine... not going to hurt much longer... hush.
[Aren't auditory hallucinations fun? He has not left the hall the elevator dumped him into. And he likely won't on his own--thanks to being blind from Infected Passenger Spit, badly damaged, and with absolutely no sense of direction, the old boy's stuck on Deck 12.]
Ratchet... I... need you. Please.
Help.
[All of the above fall under things he would never... ever... say over open comm lines like this. Thank you very much, Captain. There's a pause, but anyone with decent hearing can hear him muttering to something--or someone.]
It will be fine... going to be okay... quiet now. I have you... Going to be fine... not going to hurt much longer... hush.
[Aren't auditory hallucinations fun? He has not left the hall the elevator dumped him into. And he likely won't on his own--thanks to being blind from Infected Passenger Spit, badly damaged, and with absolutely no sense of direction, the old boy's stuck on Deck 12.]
