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If the regular insane asylum is bad, then this is worse. This section of the asylum is less maintained, the patients are more insane, and less food is given.

Roleplay!

"Yeah," Aris said. His voice was still breathy, and he winced as he spoke.

"Cinder?" Aris said with a shrug. He hadn't seen her. He could have sworn he'd heard her voice, but in his state, it was probably a hallucination.

"Do I look okay?" he asked in a groaning type of voice. He tried to rub one of his wounds to ease his pain.

((They are in different cells -- the walls are literally just bars.))

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((Cree got Cinder out by the way))

((I know. I keep track of all the RPs on the group like I used to do with the HP one. There was someone named Bob that Cree called Phil or something like that, right? Cree kept calling Cinder "nerd girl".))

((Yup XD pretty much what my friends and I are called. Actually, a lot of the pops call us geek squad or nerd herd))

((lol Wow.))

((It's fine))

Aris smiled wanly. He didn't think he was likely to survive; he was terribly wounded and in this filth and unlikely to receive further medical attention. "Thanks," he mumbled. He tried to turn himself to see Savannah. "You look wonderful. You should have stayed in the Council."

"You have a chance to live, Savannah," he whispered, again trying to look at his girlfriend. He looked down at his own wounds and winced. "But me, not so much. I think I might be dying, and I don't want you to have to see me die. I don't want to do that to you." His voice was dry, and it cracked a couple times as he spoke.

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"Sav, there's really no hope for me unless I get proper medical attention," he whispered, and though he was trying to be strong, tears had formed in his eyes. One even pushed its way down his cheek. He wanted Savannah safe more than anything. He'd already given up on himself, but he knew Savannah would be fine, better than fine, if she would just leave him to his fate.

"If you have a chance to escape, take it. You know I'm right. I know you do," he whispered. He took a shuddering breath. He didn't want to die. Hell, he did have a lot to live for. He had acknowledged the grim reality of the situation and was doing his best to accept it. What else could he do?

"Maybe," he said, "but a corpse won't be able to do much." He tried to laugh, but it was weak and really more of a wheeze than anything else. He took a shuddering breath. "Savannah, I don't want to die."

"Give me a couple days, and you might change your mind," he said with a groan. He winced. Even groaning hurt. If he was going to survive, he was going to have to be brought out soon.

"What can we say? Rainbows and unicorns and flowers just don't seem very appropriate," he pointed out. He did not laugh at his own joke partially because it just wasn't funny and partially because laughing would hurt too much.

"Yeah, well," Aris muttered, "they may as well be with how much this just hurts." He shuddered and gasped aloud in the pain that caused. "Everything hurts, even talking." He closed his eyes. "I want it to end. I want to be healed or just slip into a coma. Whatever means I don't have to feel this. What happens if we try to escape again, do you think?"

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