Gravity Well

[Unseelie]

Corporal Anderson had smelled something foul as he ran toward the alert center. Something was going on, and he'd report in..if he could shake the grogginess. Usually, he was far better at waking up, even without his coffee. He ran on, rubbing his eyes.

Finally, fed up with the bleary slowness of his reactions, he shook his head violently, trying to free himself from the murk, and was overcome with vertigo. Corporal Anderson swayed, and collapsed to his knees, pressing his palms against his thighs. Still dizzy, he bent his head down to the floor, resting his forhead on the soothing cool surface, and coughed violently. As he curled over, his spine pressed against the fabric of his coat, pushing out against a well muscled frame. He shivered, he gasped. His whole body shook, tears welled out, and streamed through his eyebrows to meet the plate. Blood hung on his lips, rippling back and forth as he gasped. Again he contracted, red spittle splattering his hand.

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