[ horrified and morbidly fascinated go hand in hand when you're an academic. jayce turns his head away so he doesn't have to see needles and keeps his arm still— whether he was shaking from the forsight and strain or the hypothermia was hard to say, but arcade was right about one thing! he felt the prick only as a brush; everything else hurt much more to make it any more than a ghost of an invasion much smaller than the one he's currently fighting.
it'll much work like the food jayce eats; it brings momentary relief. his heart slows down and his skin crawls with crescenting heat. the sweat that clings his hair to his face is there because he's heating up, and his breathing, some time after a few doses could finally slow down. he could slow down. it may not last long, but the relief was tremendous. their temporary remedy allows jayce's head to tip back, eyes closing to breathe in, wait, and breathe out. ]
I feel that. [ he sucks in the stinging he feels at the bridge of his nose. oh, relief. jayce was emotional at heart, but he makes the biggest effort not to let the stinging spread to his eyes. his more time simply involved too much. he busies himself with questions, and planning, instead. it was probably selfish and useless as hell to use what meager health supplies they had on a dead man, but.
he doesn't want to die. he'd go as far as to say he couldn't die yet. ]
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it'll much work like the food jayce eats; it brings momentary relief. his heart slows down and his skin crawls with crescenting heat. the sweat that clings his hair to his face is there because he's heating up, and his breathing, some time after a few doses could finally slow down. he could slow down. it may not last long, but the relief was tremendous. their temporary remedy allows jayce's head to tip back, eyes closing to breathe in, wait, and breathe out. ]
I feel that. [ he sucks in the stinging he feels at the bridge of his nose. oh, relief. jayce was emotional at heart, but he makes the biggest effort not to let the stinging spread to his eyes. his more time simply involved too much. he busies himself with questions, and planning, instead. it was probably selfish and useless as hell to use what meager health supplies they had on a dead man, but.
he doesn't want to die. he'd go as far as to say he couldn't die yet. ]
. . . How much of those do we have?