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[captainkink]

[for my into darkness needs]

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[trickor]

You are not allowed to simply die-- Not like this. Not when I cannot even understand why. If you are to die, it will be under my hands, you ridiculous human, when I wish it.


[his fingers spark green and gold and he doesn't even know where to start, much less fully heal]

[captainkink]

[he coughs suddenly, like he's hacking up a lung]

[trickor]

[thank fuck]

[captainkink]

[there are some tears at the corner of his eyes as he keeps coughing]

L... Loki...?

[trickor]

[eases his breathing by dulling the pain, that at least, he can do]

Can you stand?

[captainkink]

I-I think so.

[trickor]

...Clearly not.

[pulls him up > tosses onto bed. ...carefully.]

[captainkink]

Fuck.... Where--Where am I?

[trickor]

Our room. Don't move; I do not know the source of the poison which courses through your veins but it [killed] weakened you significantly.

[captainkink]

Poison....

...

It's not... It's radiation.

[trickor]

That means nothing to me.

[still casting quietly, hands trembling despite his attempts to appear detached and uncaring]

[captainkink]

It's radiation from the warp core. We... were falling. Into Earth.

We--All of us would have died.

[trickor]

[...slowly lowers his hands to rest them in his lap where he's sitting at the edge of his bed]

A nightmare? But your body is--[frowns, confused] was clearly compromised. Dreams are not capable of that. A curse, then?

[captainkink]

It's ... Camp. One of those updates. I got one.

[trickor]

I do not understand.

[captainkink]

[breathes out]

I died and I--I remember dying.

[trickor]

[goes pale. ...paler. but doesn't say anything]

[captainkink]

I-I'm okay. Spock saved my life.

[reaching out for his hand]

[trickor]

[lets him take it, but when he finally speaks, it comes out stiff]

Congratulations, then.

[trickor]

[takes a sloowwww breath and lets it out]

It is good that you have not done something so foolish as to die.

[captainkink]

Hey, I have some brains in here.

[trickor]

You do not. I ought to hit you.

[captainkink]

You can't hit sick people. It's against the rules.

[clasping his hand tightly and his body trembles] I don't want to do it again. I don't want to...

[trickor]

This would be more productive if you would simply tell me what happened.

[captainkink]

Sorry. It's a long story.

Starfleet ... Admiral Marcus wanted to start a war and he had ... genetically enhanced humans to help him. We were sort of ... caught in the crossfire.