Space Emergency Medicine (wtf)

**** is often pictured a thing where one comes to rest. The accomplished man strives of the boundaries of regret, for there is no triumph without woe, and ascends to his maker, ready, at last, to accept judgement with the nobility of one who has found his peace.

As your stomach's contents begin entering your abdominal cavity, you do not feel particularly noble. In addition, you are not sure whether adding your feces to the pooling blood around you will endear you more in the face of the emperor, but your body insists on you approaching your last journey with as less extra weight as possible. The approaching flames burn parts of your face, you being too delirious to pull away.

This is how your retinue finds you, being baked in your own waste, ravaged by hypoxic seizures. You remain blissfully unaware of the drainage jammed into your chest, the emergency transport to a savior pod, the various attempts to shock your arrythmic heart into submission, the emergency surgical debridement of your stomach, the Adrenaline injected directly into your cardiacic muscle.

All sense of time is lost as episodes of cardiacic arrythmia and frequent psionic seizures haunt you. Throughout your seizures, visions of Anna haunt you, the witch laughing madly while ravishing the eldar woman over your shot carcass, the jizz from her cunt trickling over your punctured chest.

Dr. Bergerac injects you with heavy tranquilizers.

From time to time, you see the faces of your Astra Telepathica instructors examining you, their cold, squinting faces admonishing you for diving into such heretic dreams. Other times, your body is crucified to a baroque throne and you are **** to watch the nude, maimed eldar fighting daemonettes of Slaanesh.

She loses. Always.

Antoinette deplets the whole apothecarium into your veins. Two Vostroyan soldiers die during the night as the narcothica they need are used to keep your mind from burning out. Everyone aboard is experiencing nightmares.

Distant cries resonate in your skull as the horror between the stars reaches into your mind. You feel terror as you bolt down the corridors of your own mindpalace, hunted by intruding demons. The wards etched into your flesh begin to glimmer with exhaustion.

A Vostroyan officer, bolt pistol drawn, is posted beside your bed.

You fight to regain control of your mind.

After 15 days, your right eyelid twitches.

After 16 days, you begin to hear again.

After 17 days, you regain consciousness on your tongue.

On day 18, you see your surgeon sitting beside your bed, her blue eyes weighed down with fatigue but nevertheless watching you with unimpaired vigilance.

"You are back"

You can not decide whether is a question or a statement.

"Blaaaarrfghhh"

Antoinette hastily pulls the tubulus out of your larynx. You wretch up some suspiciously greenish mucus.

"Breathe for me, Cassius. Don't you dare going comatose on me again!"

You are **** in an excruciatingly painful smile. You might have had authority to swipe stars from existence, but even the mighty find themselves humbled before a white doctors coat.

"How...Long."

"18 days. We were attacked by 2 Eldar Warships. There was no time to prepare, they caught us shields down, at shift's end. It's like the damn bastards knew everything about us. They boarded, but as soon as they got the witch, they fled into the warp. Bad enough, only about 3 of the big saviour pods escaped the wreckage before the main reactor blew up and immolated everyone aboard."

Her tone gets reproachful.

"It was a terrible mess, i was sitting in my Infirmary, peacefully reading "Lais of Marie de France", when every light turns red, the guards get all bossy on me and Ri'ven jumps in, yelling at me to scrape your bloody ass Back together. Next thing i know is that i am sitting in this metal coffin...."

She pauses to regain her composure. When she speaks again you see concealed fear hiding beneath expertise in her eyes.

I know about Ri'ven,Lock and Marika, as they are aboard the other savior pods, as well as Lund and most of Crick's Staff. We are currently locked in with a vostroyan veteran squad together with the navigator mistress, i dont know anything about Colonel Namib, Severius, the Baylist Sisters or her Ladyship Lublinka now....... Cassius, i know how close you were" she actually wrings her hands "I am so sorry... I knew you...."

You roll your eyes at the plain gesture of hers. That is the moment when you realise you just have one eye left....